On Going Back in the Blog

Photo: Arta
The University Embankment

Rebecca asked me to repost links to my trip to Russia since I referred to it as a cherish memory.  I was surprised.  Maybe even aghast when I went back to see what I had written.

None of the grand memories were there:  the State Hermitage Museum. The Savior on the Spilled Blood Church.  The Winter Palace. 

Buying books in the Hermitage -- that event memorable because even when I thought about their weight, I couldn't help myself from wanting to carry those all the way home to Alberta.

So here it is as requested. Rebecca.  And always when I look back to the text I think, did that really happen to me.  And then I wonder why I didn't write more about it.

The Hermitage

Day Two in St. Petersberg

On Living Yesterday Again Petropavlovsk, Russia

Pictures from Russia and Japan

Eighty Memories for Eighty Years: #57 Travel: Russia

Some notions had never crossed my mind.

One is that I would take a cruise one day.

But I did see this act modelled in my sister, Wyona.

Out of the blue, one day she called.

Rembrandt's Flora 
from the Hermitage Museum

“I have found a cruise that touches down in some northern countries, spends two days in Russia and then stops in different countries on the way back. The trip will be relatively inexpensive but the flight won’t be since we have to be there in four days.”

Apparently, I can think about an idea and buy into it in an instant.

I have written about the trip elsewhere. Here I just want to mark the miracle of it all, that it even happened.

One of the eighty marvelous memories of my life: my first cruise.

Arta