If you find yourself in Moscow in winter and a local offers
to show you around town, a word of advice: either wear every piece of clothing
available in your suitcase, or (when in Rome…) down at least three shots of
vodka before heading out. Both of
these options will help you combat the intense cold, although the latter may
leave you hugging the ol’ porcelain throne the few next days.
Unequipped with my own advice, I threw on only one pair of
long johns beneath my jeans and sweater,...
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After a while of traveling in foreign countries, you begin to realize that it's not just your luggage that can get lost. When you don't speak the language, you loose your ability to speak. If you can't decipher the written word, you loose your ability to read. And if you can't read the signs to know where you're going, you yourself can get lost. It can be a bit overwhelming, and at times humiliating, but I'm sure even Odysseus experienced frustration on his adventurous travels. This blog is my account of my travels. Hopefully, my blunders will assure others that they are not the only ones lost in translation.
