Off to Russia

Right now it’s 1AM and I’m at Dubai airport, waiting for my plane to Istanbul. After a short layover I’ll be on my way to Moscow.

I’m spending a month in Russia to attend a Russian language school. I’ve wanted to learn Russian for years, but I was never very good at studying it consistently on my own. I’m pretty excited about this opportunity, to live with a host family in a relatively out-of-the-way city and take classes. Right now my Russian is awful, but hopefully by the end of this I’ll be able to hold a conversation.

Then, instead of coming home, the plan is to visit a couple of cities in Europe on my way to Wales, where I’ll be volunteering on a homestead for a few weeks in exchange for room and board. I’ve always wanted to go to Wales. If I get to visit Liechtenstein on my way over, I’ll have fulfilled all my dearest travel-related dreams, left over from my Hetalia days.

Before I can think about that, though, I have to get to Petrozavodsk. I’m landing in Moscow, and then I have the better part of the day to waste before I take a night train to where I’m going. I’m planning on spending those hours hanging around the Kremlin, so if nothing else I should get some cool pictures.

I’ve got a lot ahead of me. This is the longest time  I’ll ever have been away from home, so it’s amid of excitement and sadness. Right now, though, I’m mostly just sleepy. Let’s hope I manage to get some sleep on the plane.