SO I went to the circus last weekend! It was great and I cant wait to tell you everything that happened every second. I also sneakily got some great video, but it is stuck on my camera and no one can help me. I have not given up hope yet, so I am going to wait until I try my HARDEST to get the video on the web and then talk about it all at once. Is that okay with you? If it is not, I dare you to come to Russia and beat me up over it. Then I’ll take you around town… I find a new pastry place every day…
ANYWAYS Today I want to talk about the METRO:
So there is a metro in St.Petersburg. It is similar to many other metros that I have been on. At this point i have ridden it in Tokyo, London, New York and St. Petersburg. I think that is all. Anyways, Tokyo gets the award for cleanest and New York gets the award for dirtiest. Here, the metro really isn’t that dirty. Its pretty nice actually, well the ones that I have been to so far. St. Pete has the deepest metro in the world, which means you ride on the escalators for about ten hours to and from the trains. Sometimes, if Lindsay and I are running late, we will briskly walk down the escalators which is scary. When it rains you can hear the slipperiness waiting for the right moment to strike an innocent metro rider with a fall thousands of feet down, taking out 445 making out couples in its path. It is really only a matter of time before I see it happen. Winter is coming.
But other than that, it is pretty much the same as riding the metro anywhere else, except it is in Russian which means you really have to pay attention to all the stop names. AND people are usually carrying onions or woven baskets of mushrooms. Also since everyone dresses up all the time, Metro is prime place for me to check out some shoes. Its nice.
Some stops are really pretty, like the one that is by our house, it has a beautiful red tile portrait of Myakovsky. During busy times, the metro is busy. You really have to push to get in sometimes, and getting out is the worst thing because you all have to file like cows on to the escalators. Not so fun, and often times your body parts get stuck in weird places. Its not like this all the time, but since Lindsay and I have class starting at nine, we are riding the metro at 830 like every other person in the world. But I am thinking this happens everywhere, because Regina told me in Tokyo they have people employed to specifically push others in, and that she has gotten lifted into the air before. Either way, I snuck some pics today. I should probably take more of the metro but you have to sneak cause I am it is illegal, and if a police sees you you are just in trouble.
OH AND I GOT IN TROUBLE YESTERDAY!!!! LET ME TELL YOU ABOUT IT! Well, you guys know about CAT ALLEY right? http://alexandrafeet.com/2011/09/08/cat-correction/ WELL if you look closely, at the back of cat alley there is a barrier and a security guard. I never really knew what was behind there so I explored because I KNEW that was where cats live. On the other side, there is a junkyard kind of area aka CAT HEAVEN. There are huge pieces of metal, electric things, garbage, wood… everything. And about 34212 cats, including a baby kitten I thought about taking. Anyways, I realized that it probably wasn’t smart for me to be there by myself, even though it was small, so I left. As I was leaving, the security guard spotted me and was not super happy about me being there. Here is the conversation that followed as I think happened. Remember this is all in perfect Russian:
Guard: GIRL! What are you doing there! Get back there!
Me: I lived there (pointing to every building nearby, nice accidental use of past tense.)
Guard: Why where you back there?! What were you doing!?
Me: I love cat. (singular, not plural. When I speak Russian I get scared and only remember words in singular, so I love one cat only I guess.)
Guard: Why did you go there?!?!
Me: I love cat and wanted to see where they li…
Guard: Live. (She helped me make the right word, third person pl. SO NICE.) She looked me over and saw that I didn’t have anything. I think she asked me for my passport, and I was going to say I was taking out the trash but I realized I know zero of those words.
Guard: It is forbidden.
Me: Forbidden? Sorry. Thank you. Forbidden.
So that was my adventure. I think that could have actually turned out not so good, but luckily the security guard decided to take me at my word that I like cat. The bad news, is that I saw Orange Lover there, and let me tell you her eye infection that I saw last week has turned into a double eye infection that is so bad that she cannot even open her eyes. I tried talking to her and she moved her head like she heard but just sat there. Ive been going back (to the alley and not to the FORBIDDEN ZONE) looking to see how she is, and I haven’t seen her yet. I hope she is well.
Oh, here’s a picture of Kyle’s MANdy bar.