On our way home from work,
our bus trudges over the snow covered bridge across the Neva River, St.
Petersburg’s main waterway.
Looking quite different from the swiftly rushing river it was just days
ago, the water is now at a complete standstill, jutting up in frozen ridges
across the bumpy surface.
A member of our security
team told me the other day that we are lucky we’re visiting during the off
season because when the river is thawed, the bridges are only kept down for a
certain ...
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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.
