Lately or maybe not even lately I have been craving traveling so badly, that it would practically make me mad. I mean, I have not been out of Copenhagen since Christmas and it was getting way to routine and painfully boring.
So when I finally (after loosing my opholdskort) got a re-entry permit it was solid that I am going away for 2 weeks, first to Saint Petersburg where my dad recently moved with the family and then after I am off to Minsk.
The whole trip started with me packing at 04, just because I have to do everything in my own stupid time manner, then it proceeded to the airport, where the first girl, who was on my flight I noticed was wearing 12cm heels and carrying a baguette ?! from Lagkagehuset ?! on the plain.
The flight was great and in no time I was in a cab going to my fathers place, and in those 40 min of analyzing I pretty much figured that the city is even more beautiful and charming that I would expect it to be - Scandinavian beauty topped of with the Russian need to be as pompous as it gets.
And well....guilty, I got out only in the evening after playing a bit with my smallest brother, who was convinced he is entitled to jump and walk on me all he wants, which of course he has every right to do - I do win the worst sister of the year award. Every year for that matter....
So when I finally (after loosing my opholdskort) got a re-entry permit it was solid that I am going away for 2 weeks, first to Saint Petersburg where my dad recently moved with the family and then after I am off to Minsk.
The whole trip started with me packing at 04, just because I have to do everything in my own stupid time manner, then it proceeded to the airport, where the first girl, who was on my flight I noticed was wearing 12cm heels and carrying a baguette ?! from Lagkagehuset ?! on the plain.
The flight was great and in no time I was in a cab going to my fathers place, and in those 40 min of analyzing I pretty much figured that the city is even more beautiful and charming that I would expect it to be - Scandinavian beauty topped of with the Russian need to be as pompous as it gets.
And well....guilty, I got out only in the evening after playing a bit with my smallest brother, who was convinced he is entitled to jump and walk on me all he wants, which of course he has every right to do - I do win the worst sister of the year award. Every year for that matter....
the sphinx that was brought from Egypt in 1839 to the city of the Saint Peter.
my dad is standing next to "babushka"s which are actually "matreshka"s and sending love from Russia.
and yes, i had to use the absolutely cliche phrase.
kinda reminded me of Frederiksber Alle.
the definition of being a Russian tsar "Oh, just because I can build something so monumental, pompeus and impressive at the same time"
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