Super-Duper Wacky n' Tacky Euro Adventure

Just got back from the group bus tour of Moscow. It was loads of fun complete with a stereotypically old Russian lady speaking English in a stereotypical Russian accent and leading the way. We hit up all the great tourist traps that Moscow has to offer. Now that we’re done with that, I’m frankly looking forward to getting to know Moscow for what it really is: Not a place for tourists, but an adventure if one makes the trip independently and with an open mind. Tomorrow Iris and I will begin such a journey by checking out the Lenin library and perhaps stopping by the old man’s tomb. Apparently he looks really waxy. Can’t really blame him, he’s been dead for awhile now. In this entry I am including a picture of all the students that are in Moscow for now; all us dumbasses that haven’t learned the language yet. From left to right: Iris, Alina, Eric, Becky, Jessica, Kristal.

Here is a short introduction for each of them:
Iris: Resident bad-ass fencer chick who decided to spend her last quarter at Stanford abroad. Mad props for that.
Alina: The youngin’ and only non-dumbass of us all who already knows Russian. Can we say “crutch?”
Eric: Maybe chronically too happy? He has diesel pants that I desperately want and so I secretly hate him.
Becky: Whenever one of us is lost, just look for Becky among the puny Russians and you will be found. The girl I’ve known since the beginning of freshman year turns out not to be so shy as she declared last night, “I’ll have a shot.”
Jessica: Opinionated on everything, this girl will tell you what’s on her mind and then tell it to you in Russian as well (this one also cheated by taking Russian and living in the country awhile before we all got here).
Kristal: Or Kristinka as she is more fondly remembered fits right into the Russian scenery. Except for her blaring American accent. She provides the only hints of normalcy to our off-the-wall group. Then again, how could someone named Kristinka be normal?

Tonight: drinks at a place called “propaganda.” Love the irony of the name.