With open eyes…

How long does it take before everything that was once new begins to seem completely normal?

I didn’t realise how normal things seemed until people came to visit. They walked around slowly, pointing things out that I’d never noticed before, making me get off the metro at every stop to take a photo…

My brother woke up to a foot of fresh snow on his first morning in Moscow and was amazed. He was amazed that there was so much, and that people were just going to work as usual. For me, the snow and going about your usual day had become routine – check the temperature – is it cold or really cold? Do I need a scarf or a really wooly scarf? Wooly hat or fur hat?
Although I’m sure I’ll be dancing around, and listening to it crunch when the first snow comes this year!
Frozen Lake Moscow

For Liz it was the people. She kept saying, “It’s amazing! Everybody dresses like the eighties, but with iPhones”. And “everyone wears sparkles.”

And I just couldn’t see it. Doesn’t everyone wear sparkles with eighties haircuts?!
Russian hairstyles

It wasn’t until this week when I arrived back in Moscow after two months away that I found myself looking around amazed, the strange things everywhere and all the things about Moscow that I hadn’t realised I’d been missing.

The cars – trucks with curtains. Old Ladas. 8 lanes of traffic everywhere. Undertaking on the hard shoulder?? Trolleybuses with their falling-apart seats. Drivers chatting on their phones. Taxi drivers using a magnifying glass to read a text. These things just would NEVER be inEngland.
Russian Truck

The clothes – yes Liz was right! It’s the hair. The sparkles. The double-denim. Double Denim Moscow

The food – I missed Sirniki (cheese pancakes). And Milk Oolong tea. But really, that’s about it! Shops just have nothing you want – unless you’re particularly keen on watermelon.
Watermelon Russia But that could just be the sanctions.. I love Russia!

Advertisements

One response to “With open eyes…

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s