Day 17: Goodbyes and hellos

Interestingly, this year’s Day 17 looks a lot like last year’s  – there must be some odd karma on the universe. We started the day with the previously mentioned GF sliced sausage from the butcher in Bridge of Allan as part of our final fry up in the flat. Then the serious packing commenced. My large case filled with everything we knew we wouldn’t need for the next few days and Frank’s case with everything we thought we would.

Then came the round of farewells. First to see how mum was doing. We got to the home and she was up and about and all in a tizzy about something that had her charging about with her walker. We got things sorted and headed out for a nice lunch at The Birds and Bees, another favorite from our last trip. Mum enjoyed her steak pie and even managed to drink some cider!

We took her back and said our goodbyes there before doing the same in Bridge of Allan and Braehead. Next stop: Grangemouth and the Scottish Athletics Under 17 championships where we said hellos to my family who were there to cheer on youngest son. We had a we wait before the final event and time to catch up and blether before Michael claimed a bronze medal in the 400 meter event.

Then to head back west to Barassie for the gourmet dinner and epic bevy. Because it was late and the weather was not conducive to grilling, we “settled” for monkfish and Parma ham, expertly cooked with only one scalded hand sacrificed as part of the process. This year’s conversation menu was as wide ranging as ever: multilingualism, pan sexuality and non binary gender identity, travel woes, the political state of several countries, Netflix series, the spirit versus wording of the Second Amendment, and the possibility of replacing Freddy Mercury.

Finally after several bottles of wine and buckets of tears of laughter, it was off to bed in the wee hours having only managed 5,683 steps during the course of the day.

Day 16: Rain and reunions

Another grey and misty morning made it easy for me to decide that running with a cold was not in the books.  We got ready and headed to the nursing home to pick mum up at 10am as promised.  She was much brighter and ready for an outing so into town we went.  We stopped at a teashop, The Bluebell Tearoom, where they do gluten free very well.  Unfortunately, no gluten free scones today but I did get carrot cake and we all enjoyed tea. Then for a wander through the town and the Thistle Center before taking mum back to the home.

Then it was time for a late lunch.  I was meeting a  friend that I had shared a flat with (could it be?) 30 years ago.  We hadn’t seen each other in a few years and her now 16-year-old son joined us.  It was a fabulous time catching up and chatting.

Back out into the constant misty rain to pick up a few last minute items before spending the afternoon getting started on our packing.  It’s hard to believe that things are drawing to a close but we do have one last stop this weekend before heading home.  Of course we don’t need most of the things we brought with us as this point so we spend some time sorting, washing, and packing up.

Then off again into the rain for the walk to Cambusbarron and a night with friends for the annual “box of curry” – a tradition started years ago when the kids still traveled with us.  We enjoyed lots of drinks, conversation, and curry before the night was through.  Then it was out into the now dry, mild, night for the wander home. It doesn’t seem much to write about but it was a very enjoyable day despite the weather. And a productive one – 20, 189 soggy steps achieved.

Day 15: East of Edinburgh

Today was our day to do a little exploration since we knew that we wouldn’t be seeing Helen until teatime.  So we got ourselves sorted and headed east out the A720 to see lies east of Edinburgh.

We stopped in Haddington first – advertised as a “historic market town” – and had a wee wander about the shops.  I stopped into the chemist to see about getting something for my cough as my cold has now moved into my chest (hence there was no run for me this morning).  I got some Robitussin and possible the oddest suggestion ever:  Vicks vaporub on your feet with socks on to prevent your cough keeping you up at night.  Weird but I’ll try anything once.  We also picked up a few books for Frank and for friends back home.  Then the trek east continued.

To Dunbar.  We picked it off the map somewhat arbitrarily but it is a nice seaside town.  Not with nice seaside weather today as the rain moved in and got steadier as we wandered about.  We found a tea shop for lunch (baked potato with coronation chicken – yum!) and a cup of tea and then off to explore the harbor.  The remains of the castle aren’t particularly impressive until you understand the history of the place.  There’s been a fortress of somekind there since the reign of Malcom Canmore in the 11th century. The defeated Edward fled there after losing the Battle of Bannock burn and Mary Queen of  Scots took refuge there twice.

The coastline is pretty dramatic – especially for those of us that don’t regularly see a coastline.  We climbed up and down things and then headed back into town for a visit to some galleries. I now have a lovely wee tree made by an artist in Aberdeen to add to the “forest” in my kitchen.

But alas, the clock was ticking for our family dinner date so we started heading back home.  We considered making a quick stop in Musselburgh because it’s there but the traffic trying to get into the town center was crazy so we abandoned that idea and hit the road again.

We were meant to collect Helen at 5 o’clock to go out for a special meal with my niece who recently turned 21  but she was very out of sorts so we decided to leave her be and have a lovely meal with the youngest Cannon brother and family at the Torbrex Inn.  Since we didn’t have to worry about hauling the wheelchair around, we parked the car and walked the half a mile or so to the restaurant so Frank could have a pint and not worry about driving.  He also had his share of a bottle of Bordeaux. 🙂

After dinner we thought we’d wander into Stirling to see what was up and stopped at No. 2 Baker Street for a pint.  The night was mild and dry so we could sit outside and watch people go by.  And the people we saw were all either tourists or very drunk people who’s accents were indistinguishable.  How times have changed! I don’t know what the more sober locals do on a Wednesday night but I know it isn’t having a pint downtown anymore. So we toddled home for a cup of tea before an early bed – which managed to bring our step count for the day to 16,077.

 

Day 14: the best laid plans

Another  bright dry morning encouraged another run to start the day and continue with the pretense that I’m not getting sick. This time around the castle.


We picked Helen up after breakfast and thought we’d try a different outing: a distillery tour! Off to the Glengoyne distillery we went as the dry morning succumbed to the ever lurking rain clouds. Unfortunately though the website we consulted said it was handicapped accessible, we found that most of the tour involved stairs so it wasn’t really going to work for us. Back in the car to get something to eat and we found ourselves at The Forth Inn in Aberfoyle surrounded by English and Italian tourists – the latter sporting newly acquired “Scotland” sweatshirts, proclaiming their inability to pack for a Scottish summer.


Lunch was fine but nothing spectacular- although Mum seriously attacked her haggis and cheese panini!

The traveling about had really worn her out so it was back to the home and into bed. We decided on a similar plan of action and opted for a wee kip ourselves (translation: nap).

Then it was off to the family house in the hill for a family gathering of Cannons and other important relatives. (See Jean? I told you I would say nice things 😉)

Twelve of us gathered for a large Indian carry out and the enjoyment of many beverages. While the matriarch wasn’t there and the wayward university student joined us quite late, it was a fabulous and fun evening. My inability to pretend that I felt fine meant that by midnight I was done and it was time to rest up for tomorrow. We barely cracked the 10k step mark (10,979) – hopefully I’ll be fit enough to improve on that.

Day 13: Living like locals

We often wonder what it would be like to live here – maybe when we retire – and I suspect that it might be something very much like today.  The bright sky and dry conditions were definite signs that a run was in order so I off I went on a 4 mile loop through the town. Then Frank made bacon and egg sandwiches for breakfast. We showered, tidied up, and headed out for a day of visiting.

First to the nursing home to retrieve mum then off to the shops in Tillicoultry to pick up a rain jacket I had seen in the town but  they didn’t have my size.  We stopped in the Marks and Spencer outlet to find a cardigan to replace the one I lost in Helsinki.  Then we drove all around the wee towns (Dollar, Alva, Alloa) avoiding road works and looking for a tea room to have a sandwich and a cup of tea.  We couldn’t see any that appealed – or could handle the wheelchair – so back to Bridge of Allan and a nice bar lunch at the Westerton Arms. Baked potatoes for the ladies (mine with prawns and Helen’s with cheese and coleslaw) and Frank had the first haggis of the trip.  No drinks though:  Helen wanted to warm up with a cup of tea and with Scotland’s lower limit for drunk driving, Frank was abstaining so I did too.  Gave me an excuse to order and Irn Bru – another first this trip!

Then we took Helen back to her room to rest up for dinner out later and we went to do more visiting, spending most of the afternoon drinking tea and chatting with other Cannon’s.  Of course, the day wasn’t completely idyllic as I have begun to show signs of coming down with a cold.  Sore throat, post nasal drip, etc.  So off to the chemist to see what can be done.  And the answer is:  rest, drink plenty of non-alcoholic fluids, etc.  All the things you know but don’t want to hear because it gets in the way of your holiday.  So I beefed up my stock of ibuprofen and got ready for the evening’s revelries.

Tonight’s agenda – dinner out at the Old Bridge Inn in Bridge of Allan.  A small party of six, we had a lovely meal, possibly the best roast duck I’ve ever had – before getting Helen to bed, dropping off the rental car, and heading back to the Cannon homestead for a trip to the local pub for drinks: The Tartan Arms where several family members work on occasion.  Thus relieved from any driving responsibilities, we enjoyed several pints and blethered for as many hours with various family and friends who tend to frequent the place.

As we closed in on midnight, it was time to go so we headed out into the cool dry night for the roughly two mile walk back to our flat.  That’s probably the only way we got close to our 10k steps – 9789. We probably didn’t need to stop and pick up some takeout on the way home but we did anyway and enjoyed someone’s version of chicken biriyani while watching Gordon Ramsay tear apart a hotel owner before falling into bed.  I suspect we’ll do it all again tomorrow.

Day 12: Settling in Scotland

The crazy winds that blew all night began to subside this morning but the grey skies and somewhat blustery air did not scream “get on your running gear” to me.  Add to that the fact that we figured out that we had no soap for the shower and the thought of being cold and sweaty really didn’t appeal.  Oh, and we only had instant coffee.  Frank was having none of that. So off to the shops we trooped – before breakfast or showers! – to get coffee and soap.

Thus adequately equipped, we started our morning routine: showers, tea/coffee, and breakfast.  Bacon rolls!  Well, sandwiches for me on the amazing Genius bread.  Frank struggled with the induction hob cook top which took far longer to fry an egg than it should have but it’s something we can figure out.  The flat is actually quite nice: two bedrooms, two baths, a small kitchen that we are slowly figuring out, parking right out in front with a gate to boot. image

Then off to visit mum.  She had just gotten back to her room in the care home after getting her hair and nails done so we whisked her away to visit Jean and Jimmy for our annual cup of tea.  We visited for a while before deciding that lunch was in order and we headed out to The Highland Gate  – a chain-type pub of which I am normally not very fond but which pleasantly surprised me.  It had a very nice gluten free menu (including the aforementioned Genius bread) and even had a dedicated fryer for the chips!  A lovely lunch was had by all and we made a quick stop at Sainsbury’s so that Jimmy could pick up a set of keys he’d dropped off to be cut.  I thought I’d pick up some sugar since what I grabbed late last night turned out to be a mix of sugar and sweetener (ugh) and in the process of making my way to the till, there was an announcement for everyone to immediately leave the building for an emergency evacuation!  It’s the first time I’ve ever been evacuated from  a grocery store before!

All the excitement really wore mum out so we dropped her off and got her settled in bed and then headed into town.  We had a very important goal:  replace the charity shop cardigan that disappeared in Helsinki.  We hit about half a dozen shops and found a few lovely things but no cardigan (but there is still tomorrow!).  We headed to youngest brother’s house for a quick visit and had a lovely time chatting with everyone – and trying to explain American politics.  Not easy to do without alcohol!  We couldn’t stay long as there was one more brother and family to visit so it was along the road to Bannockburn for a quick visit and make plans for the next day.  It was getting late and we hadn’t yet had dinner so off to Tesco for cheap wine and ready meals.  Because really, what says holiday more than cheap French rose and chicken with bacon, leeks, and cheese sauce? image A cup of tea and some gluten free HobNobs – milk and not dark chocolate but who cares! – and we can put the first day in Scotland in the books.  You can definitely tell we have a car for transport as we were just shy of 10k steps (9,667) today.  Does it count if many of them involved pushing a wheel chair?  Maybe a run is in the cards for tomorrow.

Day 11: Auf Wiedersehen Deutschland!

Our final day of the wanderlust part of the holiday dawned grey but dry.  We got up and started about the day, excited to be in a room with ample space for two, that didn’t rock, and that had a coffee maker!  Frank went about trying to figure it out – Tassimo isn’t a big brand in the US – while I got in the shower.  He started complaining pretty quickly that the machine didn’t seem to be working properly when all of a sudden a large POP (or small BANG depending on your perspective) issued from the coffee maker and all the lights in the room went out.  {sigh}

We called the front desk to explain and were told that someone would be right with us.  Five minutes later, a lovely young woman came to deliver more coffee pods.  Apparently we hadn’t made ourselves understood properly.  When we pointed out the darkness in the room, she quickly nodded and sent someone else to see us.  He stood on the bedside table, moved one of the ceiling panels, reset the circuit breaker, and the lights came back.  Not quite how we expected to start the day!

We IMG_0618had a lovely breakfast in the hotel and then packed up, checked out, dropped our bags at the desk and set out to see more of the city.  We’ve noticed a couple of things about Bremen: while it definitely has a busy tourist trade, it does NOT cater to languages other than German.  Which is really my way of saying that no matter where we seemed to look – menus, placards, tourist maps, museum signs, etc – there was little if any English to be found. Don’t get me wrong – just about everyone speaks English but we definitely had a hard time trying to figure things out ourselves because there were few places where there was any explanation other than German.

A second thing we noticed is that Bremen is actually pretty small.  We walked around the entire city this morning in less than two hours.  And I’m being literal, not figurative:  we walked the entire perimeter of the city where the old wall used to be in about an hour and a half.  Not something that the guidebooks suggested necIMG_0625essarily but a really interesting way to see more than just the market square.  That’s how we stumbled upon the German Folding Bike Open race this morning where dozens of bike with tiny wheels and eccentrically dressed riders where gathered for their own Tour de Bremen.

By this time, the sun had broken through and it was time to see what there is to do onIMG_0633 a Sunday.  We wandered through the Market Square – where MORE hen parties were taking place! – and off to the Schnoor quarter, an adorable part of the city with buildings from the 15th and 16th centuries.  They used to be houses but now most of them housed shops and cafes. Even though there are strict laws in Germany dictating what businesses can be open on Sundays, there was plenty of places open for business.  We may have ducked into a shop or two and picked up a few items to bring home.  We may have sat in the sunshine and enjoyed a drink.  We may have watched a parade of local football supporters march through the town on their way to a friendly match with Chelsea FC – and then we might have run into the Chelsea supporters waiting for the team to board the bus.

As it was now well into the afternoon, we wandered back to the Weserpromenade along the river to have lunch.  We stopped at the Pauliner restaurant for beer and bratwurst – well, that’s what Frank had.  I had a wine spritzer and veal sausages which were very yummy.  And then it was time to start thinking about the next transition:  the RyanAir flight to Edinburgh.  If you’ve never flown RyanAir, I can’t describe the experience adequately in a few sentences.  We always swear that we won’t fly them again and then it turns out they are the only ones who go where, or when, we want to fly and we steel ourselves and take the plunge.

Even though I knew that the Bremen Airport was very close and very small, we figured we should leave plenty of time for disasters given our track record so far. After retrieving our bags, we caught the number 6 tram from outside the hotel to the airport which took all of 17 minutes.  Because we were two hours early for our flight, there was NO ONE in line to check in or go through security.  We checked the bags, went through the scanners (with our shoes on!) and proceeded to…. wait.

And wait.  And wait.  The flight was an hour late but eventually we were herded aboard, listened to the sales pitch for everything from ham and cheese paninis to make up to scratch off lottery tickets, and then landed 90 minutes later without incident.  The bags arrived on the same plane we were on and the hire car was waiting for us as expected – same kind as last year:  a three cylinder white Ford Focus that whines every time Frank tries to pick up speed.

We hurried to Sainsbury’s for necessities before they shut, grabbed some fish and chips as they were closing and headed to the flat. In the dark. Where we couldn’t read the numbers on the houses to know which one was ours. Imagine us wandering up and down the road, in the dark, carrying fish suppers, trying to figure out the numbering scheme so we can find 9A.  We’ve stayed on this road before – twice! – but never realized that instead of having the even numbers on one side and the odd numbers on the other, the houses were numbered sequentially: 1 – 6 on one side and 9 – 14 on the other. We eventually figured it out and enjoyed lovely greasy fried food with some warm cider before a hurried cup of tea and then off to bed.

Day 10: On the move

Today is the day we start our transition from pampered relaxation and cultural exploration to the familiar family visit.  We had our last breakfast on board and were seated with the most entertaining people:  a Greek couple from Australia who are in the middle of a 7 week holiday.  We had a fabulous chat about travel, the state of world politics, how long you can visit family before it’s not fun any more, and lots of other enjoyable topics.  We were very sorry that we hadn’t met them earlier in the week.

Then it was back to the cabin to finish packing and then to my least favorite activity:  Hurry up and wait.  We took a seat in our designated location, broke out the cards, and played Go Fish until it was our turn to disembark.  The grey clouds were starting to break so we opted to walk the 20 minutes to the train station instead of queuing for the shuttle bus.  We hadn’t bought our train tickets yet because I was never sure what time I should aim for.  I figured out that there was an Intercity Express that left at 12:38 and was by far the fastest option so we decided to purchase tickets for that one.  The very nice woman in the ticket office told us she could sell us tickets but couldn’t assign us seats because the train was completely full and every seat was reserved.  We decided to take a chance that we might have to stand for the 2:07 travel time.  I figured out where the dining car would be and we decided to make a dash for a seat there.  And just as we were ready to stake out the correct carriage, the sky opened up.  We crammed into a shelter on the platform with everyone else who had the same idea and waited for the deluge to pass.

Eventually, it did and we stalked the door to the dining car.  While we were waiting, Frank struck up a conversation with another stalker and when the doors were openeIMG_0366 (1)d, the dash was on.  We didn’t get a seat originally but the chatty fellow had staked out a table and offered us some seats.  That started a fabulous 3 hour conversation with Peter, the retired psychologist who spends 4-5 months a year in South Africa.  We discussed everything under the sun: how he spent the last 4 weeks sailing around the Baltic sea but had to get home because his best friend died last night, what volunteer work he does in South Africa, what Germany thinks of Trump and Brexit, and just about everything in between.  We grabbed a bit to eat on the train (they had an entire list of allergy stuff for the food offerings!) and arrived in Bremen dry, fed, and thoroughly entertained.

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We found our way to the hotel, dropped off our bags, and began our exploration. We wandered all over the old town and through markets, alleys, church plazas, and eventually found ourselves on the water front enIMG_0372 (1)joying the late afternoon sunshine in one of the biergartens with the rest of the city.  There were at least 5 hen parties and one bachelor party working their way through the bars on the water front and we got to see two sets of newlyweds.

We eventually found ourselves in a restaurant under the town hall: the Bremer Ratskeller. It was in a cellar with vaulted ceilings, huge beer vats and little alcoves with art deco glass.  The building dated back to 1405!  A little touristy but the menu had allergens clearly marked and the food was !Although Frank wasn’t that IMG_0380 (1)enthusiastic about the pickled herring. So after several hours in transit and 19,841 steps, we’ve retired to the hotel with our 4 euro bottle of wine procured from the local Lidl and it’s time to watch some Olympics and see how long the hotel wifi will hold out.

Day 9: Relaxation at sea

Our final day is a full day at sea.  The ship has been hauling a$$ all night based on the rocking that lulled us to sleep. We awoke refreshed and ready to grab breakfast and hit the spa.  I headed up to the spa for my 10 am appointment only to be told that I was an hour early.  The ship had set the clocks back an hour over night but since we hadn’t actually crossed a time zone yet, my iPhone didn’t pick up on it so my Apple watch was an hour fast.  It would remain so until about 3 in the afternoon when we actually crossed whatever invisible line marked Finland time from Germany time.

So I relaxed on deck with my book for a while and showed up at their version of 10am for a massage, body scrub, body mask, facial and steam shower.  90 minutes of relaxing bliss.  Frank had a massage and facial appointment not long after mine and appeared an hour later looking calm and smelling vaguely of curry.  I, on the other hand, smelled vaguely of pine trees.

Our morning thus spent pampering, we headed for lunch and enjoyed one of the last of our multi-course, full bottle of wine extravaganzas.  This was followed by more book time and a nap.  Then it was time to start packing, play cards and dress for dinner. We haimaged our last dinner with the table and the last of our wine package happened to be a bottle of champagne which was enjoyed by all.  I said good bye to “my” waiter who took such good care of me this week. We sat and listened to music for a little while longer before heading off to an early bed.  This relaxing stuff is exhausting! It certainly wasn’t the 8,371 steps that wore us out!

 

Day 8: Raindrops in Russia

Five AM comes even earlier when one is on holiday and today was no exception. We showered and dressed, grabbed a quick breakfast – the restaurants were all open early – and then headed to our designated meeting point to wait for the tour to depart.  We are not fans of organized tours as a rule but we made an exception for St. Petersburg because of the visa requirements:  if you weren’t on a tour, you needed a Russian visa even to visit for one day.  Having gone through that once before, I opted for the “Best of St. Petersburg” tour to hit the highlights: Catherine’s Palace, St. Isaac’s Cathedral, and the Hermitage.

We were group 5 – the English tour group.  Groups 1-3 were German, Group 4 was in Spanish, and then there were a few groups in Italian and French.  There were 30 people in the English tour group and only about 6 of us were actually native English speakers.  We spent most of the day trying to figure out where the rest of the group was from and figured that besides the two Chinese families, everyone else was from a country with some Slavic-sounding language (Polish? Hungarian? Romanian?) where the cruise line didn’t offer a tour in that language. Another entertaining detail about the internationalness of this trip!

We got to Catherine’s palace in Pushkin in time for the early opening for tour groups.  It is a magnificent building and the beautiful sunshine this morning showed that off nicely.  We wandered through the various guilded halls with vaulted ceilings and mirrors, vaguely reminiscent of Versailles but with more gold. Our tour guide, Alexi, gave us the history of the both the royal beginnings of the palace and the devastation and destruction it endured during World War II.  The amber room is a fabulous example:  the walls of the room are covered in amber, both patchwork pieces and beautifully carved details.  The original amber was given as a gift by Germany to Tzar Nicholas but then much of it disappeared during the war.  It was refurbished later at a cost of 5 billion euros.  The excess amazes.

After an hour of wandering through the massive palace, we headed back to the bus and back into St. Petersburg.  Next stop: St. Isaac’s cathedral with its monolithic granite columns and amazing ceiling.  While it is a working Russian Orthodox Church, only a small portion of the cathedral is regularly used for worship; the rest is a museum and thousands of people visit every day.  I think they were all there when we were.

Because we were with an organized group and had to stay with that group, we had no time to wander around the street markets.  The tour company had built in a shopping stop, however, and after our requisite half hour admiring the mosaics in the cathedral, we were off to that designated store.  The store was large but with much variety.  You could by Russian nesting dolls in a variety of price ranges from 5 euros to 200 (yes, the prices were in Euros, not rubles).  There was also lots of amber, fur, fake Faberge eggs, vodka, and the standard tchotchkes with the Russian flag, pictures of Vladimir Putin or other national symbols.  No soccer jerseys or chance to buy anything really “local” here but we did get a few little souvenirs before heading back to the bus.


And off to lunch.  This was exceptionally fun for me.  I had spoken with the tour company earlier in the week to make sure that they could do gluten free for me.  I even had my Russian GF dining card with me just in case.  The woman at the excursion desk made a note and said she would call the restaurant and make arrangements.  Apparently, the restaurant wasn’t up for any arranging because I got a bag lunch delivered to me on the bus before departure.  While I truly appreciate the cruise line’s work in providing me with Gluten free options, it was odd watching everyone else enjoy their four course lunch (potato salad, borscht, stroganoff, apple tart) while I picked my salami and cheese sandwich, pack of cookies and a peach from my paper bag.  I did join in for the shot of vodka though.  J

The lunch was in a large dining hall in a mall just outside downtown – which was just like other malls in other places.  We then headed back to the bus to head to the final stop:  the Winter Palace and the Hermitage museum.  We drove right up Nevsky Prospect, one of the main streets in St Petersburg and got to at least glimpse the Church of the Spilled Blood – the only other tourist attraction that I would have liked to visit but we didn’t have time.  I also figured out where the hotel I stayed in last time was and saw lots of things that felt vaguely familiar.

This feeling continued on into the Hermitage.  It’s like the Smithsonian – a collection of buildings that house millions of treasures.  I think Alexi said that if you wanted to see all of them, it would take 12 years and that’s only spending 30 seconds admiring each one.  We went through security and into a crowd that made the craziness of St. Isaac’s seem serene.  The number of people was just crazy!  It turned out that today was a day with free entrance to the museum and so people had be queuing for hours to get in.  At least the weather was good for it – I almost hated going in to each of the buildings we visited because the day was just so lovely.

But in we went and the excess and the grandeur was present here too.  I remembered the amazing detail on the ceilings, the mosaic tables that caught my eye and a single painting – Rembrandt’s “The Return of the Prodigal Son”.  I felt bad for Alexi because he was trying to do a good job pointing out various things in the museum but I was more interested in the parquet floors or whatever exhibit was away from the crowd toward the open window.

After only an hour and a half – imagine trying to do the Louvre in 90 minutes! – we emerged into the first real rain of the cruise.  Nothing too heavy but enough that people who didn’t think to bring an umbrella were nonplussed! We waited for our bus to arrive, boarded, and watched as Vladimir the bus driver got a ticket for double parking.  No lawlessness here!

Back to the port, through passport control, and back on board. Ten pretty carefully scripted hours to see the bare minimum.  Not enough to say we’ve really “seen” St. Petersburg but enough to know what we’d do differently next time.  We didn’t even manage to do much walking – only 10, 022 steps and most of that was at shuffle speed.

Now we prepare for the long journey back to Keil – 756 nautical miles – so we get another day at sea tomorrow.  That should be just enough time to work through all the things on the ship that we haven’t done yet.  Tonight’s challenge:  the casino!  It took 45 minutes to lose 10 euros in the video poker machines.  We had drinks in two bars we hadn’t visited yet – one with a very nice guitar duo playing and one where they were teaching latin-style line dancing.  We danced a slow dance to a badly mangled version of Bryan Adam’s “Everything I do” and then retired to the cabin to get our one hour of sleep back.  Need to be rested for tomorrow’s adventure: spa treatments!