<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-453158602556027813</id><updated>2011-04-21T21:43:34.234-07:00</updated><category term='banya'/><category term='sauna'/><category term='America'/><title type='text'>Harps 'n Horses</title><subtitle type='html'>One lil' lady is horsing around the globe.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harpsnhorses.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/453158602556027813/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harpsnhorses.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Сара Повoловна</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15233114670228872028</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4K5-BK4I3CY/SJ_ELrIMLcI/AAAAAAAAAAU/kxHXg8dK5i0/s1600-R/GOLDGOLDGOLD.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>48</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-453158602556027813.post-2117255278117509162</id><published>2009-01-04T12:14:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-04T12:16:39.137-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 360px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 270px" alt="" src="http://travel.aolcdn.com/travdestguide/Geneva-Switzerland_04-360a032907.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;After France I headed over to Geneva, Switzerland--the peacemaking capital of the world! There is also the largest fountain in the world. The Jet d´&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Eau&lt;/span&gt;. However, I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;didn&lt;/span&gt;´t get to see the jet because it was somehow off during my entire stay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Geneva was very nice and fancy, a little too fancy for me. Now I understand why people put their money in Swiss banks, everyone is rich in Switzerland!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, this &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;isn&lt;/span&gt;´t good for student life. I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;couldn&lt;/span&gt;´t find a meal for less than 10 Euro, even at the grocery store &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;ramen&lt;/span&gt; noodles and juice en&lt;a href="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/32/99302740_0221cbaef1.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 500px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 299px" alt="" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/32/99302740_0221cbaef1.jpg?v=0" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;ded&lt;/span&gt; up costing 10 Euro! Also, people in Switzerland are so fancy that they do not even use duct tape. I needed duct tape really bad to tape up my suitcase (as it has fallen apart, duct tape is the only thing that holds is together). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I did get to go up Mt. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Saleve&lt;/span&gt; and see the top of the Swiss Alps. I had to ride a very small and rickety cable car up the mountain and feared for my life, but it was well worth it for that view! It was so gorgeous. Switzerland can be fancy if it likes as long as those mountains stay there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/453158602556027813-2117255278117509162?l=harpsnhorses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harpsnhorses.blogspot.com/feeds/2117255278117509162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=453158602556027813&amp;postID=2117255278117509162' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/453158602556027813/posts/default/2117255278117509162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/453158602556027813/posts/default/2117255278117509162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harpsnhorses.blogspot.com/2009/01/after-france-i-headed-over-to-geneva.html' title=''/><author><name>Сара Повoловна</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15233114670228872028</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4K5-BK4I3CY/SJ_ELrIMLcI/AAAAAAAAAAU/kxHXg8dK5i0/s1600-R/GOLDGOLDGOLD.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-453158602556027813.post-4296568757878415162</id><published>2009-01-04T12:13:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-04T12:13:29.703-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cathedral of Notre Dame on Christmas</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/harpsnhorses/3144501033/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3091/3144501033_d2475393c7_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/harpsnhorses/3144501033/"&gt;Cathedral of Notre Dame on Christmas&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/harpsnhorses/"&gt;Harps n Horses&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/453158602556027813-4296568757878415162?l=harpsnhorses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harpsnhorses.blogspot.com/feeds/4296568757878415162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=453158602556027813&amp;postID=4296568757878415162' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/453158602556027813/posts/default/4296568757878415162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/453158602556027813/posts/default/4296568757878415162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harpsnhorses.blogspot.com/2009/01/cathedral-of-notre-dame-on-christmas.html' title='Cathedral of Notre Dame on Christmas'/><author><name>Сара Повoловна</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15233114670228872028</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4K5-BK4I3CY/SJ_ELrIMLcI/AAAAAAAAAAU/kxHXg8dK5i0/s1600-R/GOLDGOLDGOLD.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3091/3144501033_d2475393c7_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-453158602556027813.post-6707965367674553906</id><published>2009-01-04T12:12:00.003-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-04T12:12:39.977-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Madness of Mona Lisa</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/harpsnhorses/3145308106/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3089/3145308106_6df0026297_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/harpsnhorses/3145308106/"&gt;Madness of Mona Lisa&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/harpsnhorses/"&gt;Harps n Horses&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/453158602556027813-6707965367674553906?l=harpsnhorses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harpsnhorses.blogspot.com/feeds/6707965367674553906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=453158602556027813&amp;postID=6707965367674553906' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/453158602556027813/posts/default/6707965367674553906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/453158602556027813/posts/default/6707965367674553906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harpsnhorses.blogspot.com/2009/01/madness-of-mona-lisa.html' title='Madness of Mona Lisa'/><author><name>Сара Повoловна</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15233114670228872028</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4K5-BK4I3CY/SJ_ELrIMLcI/AAAAAAAAAAU/kxHXg8dK5i0/s1600-R/GOLDGOLDGOLD.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3089/3145308106_6df0026297_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-453158602556027813.post-1198819052206138307</id><published>2009-01-04T12:12:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-04T12:12:04.574-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Louvre</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/harpsnhorses/3144247077/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3053/3144247077_670344cd8b_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/harpsnhorses/3144247077/"&gt;Louvre&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/harpsnhorses/"&gt;Harps n Horses&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/453158602556027813-1198819052206138307?l=harpsnhorses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harpsnhorses.blogspot.com/feeds/1198819052206138307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=453158602556027813&amp;postID=1198819052206138307' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/453158602556027813/posts/default/1198819052206138307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/453158602556027813/posts/default/1198819052206138307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harpsnhorses.blogspot.com/2009/01/louvre.html' title='Louvre'/><author><name>Сара Повoловна</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15233114670228872028</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4K5-BK4I3CY/SJ_ELrIMLcI/AAAAAAAAAAU/kxHXg8dK5i0/s1600-R/GOLDGOLDGOLD.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3053/3144247077_670344cd8b_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-453158602556027813.post-9219730459499697795</id><published>2009-01-04T12:08:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-04T12:08:54.621-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Eiffel Tower</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/harpsnhorses/3145533446/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3287/3145533446_fdb5677826_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/harpsnhorses/3145533446/"&gt;Eiffel Tower&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/harpsnhorses/"&gt;Harps n Horses&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/453158602556027813-9219730459499697795?l=harpsnhorses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harpsnhorses.blogspot.com/feeds/9219730459499697795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=453158602556027813&amp;postID=9219730459499697795' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/453158602556027813/posts/default/9219730459499697795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/453158602556027813/posts/default/9219730459499697795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harpsnhorses.blogspot.com/2009/01/eiffel-tower.html' title='Eiffel Tower'/><author><name>Сара Повoловна</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15233114670228872028</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4K5-BK4I3CY/SJ_ELrIMLcI/AAAAAAAAAAU/kxHXg8dK5i0/s1600-R/GOLDGOLDGOLD.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3287/3145533446_fdb5677826_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-453158602556027813.post-5123920345781150128</id><published>2008-12-30T11:48:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-30T11:48:15.781-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas in Paris</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Christmas Eve:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to the Louvre. The Mona Lisa crowd was very intense. Tried to see Venus, but the woman closed the hall just as we tried to enter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the evening we couldn't find any food because everything was closed. So we went to a grocery store and ate some crackers and juice and watched French TV in the hotel room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Christmas&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;  Went to church at the Cathedral of the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Notre&lt;/span&gt; Dame. Not as big as I had expected.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Then went up the top of the Eiffel Tower. French people act so funny in the cold! Nothing is cold compared to Russia now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to a McDonald's for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;wi&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;fi&lt;/span&gt; to call our families. Was a little creepy and dirty.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/453158602556027813-5123920345781150128?l=harpsnhorses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harpsnhorses.blogspot.com/feeds/5123920345781150128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=453158602556027813&amp;postID=5123920345781150128' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/453158602556027813/posts/default/5123920345781150128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/453158602556027813/posts/default/5123920345781150128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harpsnhorses.blogspot.com/2008/12/christmas-in-paris_30.html' title='Christmas in Paris'/><author><name>Сара Повoловна</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15233114670228872028</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4K5-BK4I3CY/SJ_ELrIMLcI/AAAAAAAAAAU/kxHXg8dK5i0/s1600-R/GOLDGOLDGOLD.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-453158602556027813.post-8688947607300727178</id><published>2008-12-30T11:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-30T11:47:44.518-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Praha in Pictures</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4K5-BK4I3CY/SVp60nZaCRI/AAAAAAAAAI8/Q1MaWVRa_2o/s1600-h/DSC_1555.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4K5-BK4I3CY/SVp5Z6hl-hI/AAAAAAAAAIc/3IjQ37paDGc/s320/DSC_1545.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285670598786546194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/453158602556027813-8688947607300727178?l=harpsnhorses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harpsnhorses.blogspot.com/feeds/8688947607300727178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=453158602556027813&amp;postID=8688947607300727178' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/453158602556027813/posts/default/8688947607300727178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/453158602556027813/posts/default/8688947607300727178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harpsnhorses.blogspot.com/2008/12/praha-in-pictures.html' title='Praha in Pictures'/><author><name>Сара Повoловна</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15233114670228872028</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4K5-BK4I3CY/SJ_ELrIMLcI/AAAAAAAAAAU/kxHXg8dK5i0/s1600-R/GOLDGOLDGOLD.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4K5-BK4I3CY/SVp60nZaCRI/AAAAAAAAAI8/Q1MaWVRa_2o/s72-c/DSC_1555.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-453158602556027813.post-8205922881645044863</id><published>2008-12-29T13:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-29T13:45:33.234-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Praha</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Prague, Czech Republic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was very excited just to get out of Russia, even though there are still many Russians in the Czech Republic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I arrived, it was a monster of a day. I had to wake up at 2:00 AM to leave my horrible host mother (who was complaining the entire time) and sit next to a huge group of 60 Chinese men blasting music from their stereo in the airport.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I arrived in Prague and found my way to the city, but couldn't find the hostel. I have an excessive amount of things (due to my four months in Russia) so lugging it around is very heavy. So, my body tired and weak, had to take a break from the wandering of the streets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then a car did a u-turn and a woman rolled down her window and gave me the finger. I must have looked like a jerky, tired, fat, lazy American.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I finally found the hostel, but had to wait outside for 45 minutes for the desk man to come. There was a number to call, but of course my phone doesn't work in the Czech Republic and I had just arrived (so how could I make it to a cell phone store if I wanted).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, to top it all off, while sitting on my luggage, hungry, waiting outside the hostel, a dog runs up to me and pees all over my luggage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you Prague.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/453158602556027813-8205922881645044863?l=harpsnhorses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harpsnhorses.blogspot.com/feeds/8205922881645044863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=453158602556027813&amp;postID=8205922881645044863' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/453158602556027813/posts/default/8205922881645044863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/453158602556027813/posts/default/8205922881645044863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harpsnhorses.blogspot.com/2008/12/praha.html' title='Praha'/><author><name>Сара Повoловна</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15233114670228872028</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4K5-BK4I3CY/SJ_ELrIMLcI/AAAAAAAAAAU/kxHXg8dK5i0/s1600-R/GOLDGOLDGOLD.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-453158602556027813.post-5111014097557180640</id><published>2008-12-18T00:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-18T00:11:02.684-08:00</updated><title type='text'>More Travels Galore!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;So I am finally leaving Russia! This Saturday morning at 2:00 in the AM I leave Russia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From there I begin a big trip which is as follow:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prague, Czech Republic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paris, France for Christmas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Geneva, Switzerland&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Madrid, Spain for New Year's Eve!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Barcelona, Spain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then to Detroit, Michigan and then Chicago, Illinois for school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/453158602556027813-5111014097557180640?l=harpsnhorses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harpsnhorses.blogspot.com/feeds/5111014097557180640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=453158602556027813&amp;postID=5111014097557180640' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/453158602556027813/posts/default/5111014097557180640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/453158602556027813/posts/default/5111014097557180640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harpsnhorses.blogspot.com/2008/12/more-travels-galore.html' title='More Travels Galore!'/><author><name>Сара Повoловна</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15233114670228872028</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4K5-BK4I3CY/SJ_ELrIMLcI/AAAAAAAAAAU/kxHXg8dK5i0/s1600-R/GOLDGOLDGOLD.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-453158602556027813.post-8832763420493348583</id><published>2008-12-16T01:09:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-16T01:18:18.046-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Missing Russia?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I will soon be leaving Russia so I have thought about what I will miss and what I will not miss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MISS:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Tea&lt;br /&gt;   -Russians drink tea with every meal and I have found it to be so delicious and warming on a cold day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crazy things happen all the time that could never happen in America.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Russian music.&lt;br /&gt;  -Russian folk music/&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;roma&lt;/span&gt; music has some of the most interesting harmonies I have ever heard. Also, playing the balalaika has been a delight and my balalaika teacher was so wonderful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blinis.&lt;br /&gt;  -Blinis are the most delicious (and only delicious) food in Russia. They are a cross between pancakes and crepes. They can be filled with any number of delicious fillings. My favorites are mushrooms, cheese, and potatoes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being close to Finland.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NOT MISS:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;No free water.&lt;br /&gt;  -You can not drink the water in Russia. It will poison you. Therefore I am CONSTANTLY thirsty and water is always &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;ridiculously&lt;/span&gt; expensive at any normal produce store. I am always thirsty in Russia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pushing.&lt;br /&gt;  - I just can not get used to riding the metro with people physically fighting all the time just to get on a train. Today a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;babyshka&lt;/span&gt; literally injured me to get on a train.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inefficient Transportation.&lt;br /&gt;  -It is really a pain having to walk for 2 hours a day outside just to get to the metro, especially in the old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mean People.&lt;br /&gt;  - Russians are just so mean in daily life to strangers. Service clerks are so cruel to people and if you don't have correct change, they often refuse selling you products.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Way Russian Ladies Dress&lt;br /&gt;   - Some ladies here dress elegantly and nicely. But the majority of them just wear extremely revealing clothing that leaves absolutely nothing to the imagination. I'm talking a leather mini skirt, 4 inch heels with boots that go over the knee, some kind of fur on the top, 5 pounds of makeup.... and so it continues. I can't wait to be in America when I will be seen as strange if I wear 5 pounds of makeup.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/453158602556027813-8832763420493348583?l=harpsnhorses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harpsnhorses.blogspot.com/feeds/8832763420493348583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=453158602556027813&amp;postID=8832763420493348583' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/453158602556027813/posts/default/8832763420493348583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/453158602556027813/posts/default/8832763420493348583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harpsnhorses.blogspot.com/2008/12/missing-russia.html' title='Missing Russia?'/><author><name>Сара Повoловна</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15233114670228872028</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4K5-BK4I3CY/SJ_ELrIMLcI/AAAAAAAAAAU/kxHXg8dK5i0/s1600-R/GOLDGOLDGOLD.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-453158602556027813.post-5843940744792444403</id><published>2008-12-14T05:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-14T05:35:22.900-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Horrible Host Mother Pt. 17</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;So I think I officially live in the most uncomfortable situation with the meanest person in Russia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Last night, I stayed up late to write a paper.  I stayed in my room the whole night and closed the door and was very quiet, making no noise (other than the noise of thinking).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Then it came time for me to go to sleep and I was thirsty and had to go to the bathroom. So I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;creeped&lt;/span&gt; into the kitchen and tried to fill my glass of water up.  But because it was pitch black, I couldn't see and therefore spilled some water on the floor.  Not a large amount, but just a little bit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Now, Irina &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Victorevna&lt;/span&gt; (host mother) ALWAYS sleeps with her door open.  So she of course heard the water spill and within seconds her light was on and she was in the kitchen screaming.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;"WHAT IS GOING ON? WHAT DID YOU DO? YOU ARE SUCH A FOOL! YOU ARE SUCH AN IDIOT! I CAN'T BELIEVE THIS" and she continued to yell things that I didn't understand.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I tried to get a towel to clean it up but she would not allow it.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Then she said "EVERY NIGHT YOU HAVE PROBLEMS. ALL NIGHT, EVERY NIGHT YOU HAVE PROBLEMS. TOILET, WATER, TOILET, WATER!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Maybe I am an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;oddity&lt;/span&gt;, but I don't consider the bodily function of needing water to be a problem.  Also, why doesn't she close her door? This woman is someone that I will never understand but will always be afraid of.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Also, guess what she was wearing .... nothing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/453158602556027813-5843940744792444403?l=harpsnhorses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harpsnhorses.blogspot.com/feeds/5843940744792444403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=453158602556027813&amp;postID=5843940744792444403' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/453158602556027813/posts/default/5843940744792444403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/453158602556027813/posts/default/5843940744792444403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harpsnhorses.blogspot.com/2008/12/horrible-host-mother-pt-17.html' title='Horrible Host Mother Pt. 17'/><author><name>Сара Повoловна</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15233114670228872028</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4K5-BK4I3CY/SJ_ELrIMLcI/AAAAAAAAAAU/kxHXg8dK5i0/s1600-R/GOLDGOLDGOLD.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-453158602556027813.post-6339237888355469496</id><published>2008-12-12T05:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T05:11:59.722-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Art Exhibition</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I will be having my first ever art exhibition and it's in Russia!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It will be a collection of watercolors inspired by people's favorite's words in Russian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They will be installing it in a room inside of my school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/453158602556027813-6339237888355469496?l=harpsnhorses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harpsnhorses.blogspot.com/feeds/6339237888355469496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=453158602556027813&amp;postID=6339237888355469496' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/453158602556027813/posts/default/6339237888355469496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/453158602556027813/posts/default/6339237888355469496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harpsnhorses.blogspot.com/2008/12/art-exhibition.html' title='Art Exhibition'/><author><name>Сара Повoловна</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15233114670228872028</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4K5-BK4I3CY/SJ_ELrIMLcI/AAAAAAAAAAU/kxHXg8dK5i0/s1600-R/GOLDGOLDGOLD.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-453158602556027813.post-1102905239894746470</id><published>2008-12-04T05:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-04T05:54:37.580-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Worst Meal Ever, Pt. II</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4K5-BK4I3CY/STfcAnS40II/AAAAAAAAAIM/ynHZcMxG_HM/s1600-h/DSC_1351.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4K5-BK4I3CY/STfcAnS40II/AAAAAAAAAIM/ynHZcMxG_HM/s320/DSC_1351.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275927391594139778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;So these past few days, the Worst Meal Ever has come back again. But this time, it's even more disgusting! I have no idea how it is possible for this meal to get even more &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;un&lt;/span&gt;-tasty, but it happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, in addition to the nasty vegetables there is some sort of seaweed green vegetable. you can see with the photo just how disgusting this food is. It is so slimy and chewy.  It seems like she doused it with vinegar and added some onions and maybe some dill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realized I need to eat this seaweed because if I don't, she will get extremely upset (another story). So I tried to take one bite and just swallow it really quickly without chewing. By the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;secon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4K5-BK4I3CY/STffpFRQawI/AAAAAAAAAIU/MoqNCHybzAE/s1600-h/DSC_1357.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4K5-BK4I3CY/STffpFRQawI/AAAAAAAAAIU/MoqNCHybzAE/s320/DSC_1357.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275931385370012418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;d bite, I realized that I just could not continue to eat this. I was ready to throw up. So the first night I took a napkin and threw it in the trash and tried to hide it. But this is not a good method, because she looks in our trash can and can see what I throw away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next night I get the same meal again and this time she is not home. So I know what I will do this time--it's out the window again for the nasty seaweed!  The seaweed unfortunately landed on the window sill again. But this time I don't care, because it's so dark outside that the chances of her seeing the seaweed on the window sill when it is actually light outside are really slim. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, when I was throwing the last bit of seaweed out of the window, I accidentally tugged on the curtain and the curtain fell down on me. So then I had to stand up on her stool and try to put the curtain back up and hope she doesn't walk in on me throwing the seaweed out the window and putting the curtain up at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then it's time for the tea. And she used to have delicious tea, but now there is a new variation of some kind of green tea that suspiciously tastes like cigarettes .... so I bought my own tea to drink instead of the cigarette tea.  However, she had already put one of the cigarette tea bags in my tea cup.  So I switched my tea bag with the cigarette tea bag. But I realized that I can put the cigarette tea back in the box because she would realize the supply is not diminishing and get suspicious. So I had to throw the cigarette tea away also. But I had to make it look like it had been used first, so I had to get it wet in the sink and then throw it away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You may be wondering why I just don't tell her that I dislike some of the food she cooks. The reason is that the last time I didn't want to eat something she made, she became extremely irate. She told me it was an absolute shame and that I was a wasteful person (may be true). Then she followed me into my room and made me look in my dictionary words for "horrible person".  I'm not quite ready to experience that again, so for the time being I'm stuck with the window sill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/453158602556027813-1102905239894746470?l=harpsnhorses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harpsnhorses.blogspot.com/feeds/1102905239894746470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=453158602556027813&amp;postID=1102905239894746470' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/453158602556027813/posts/default/1102905239894746470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/453158602556027813/posts/default/1102905239894746470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harpsnhorses.blogspot.com/2008/12/worst-meal-ever-pt-ii.html' title='The Worst Meal Ever, Pt. II'/><author><name>Сара Повoловна</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15233114670228872028</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4K5-BK4I3CY/SJ_ELrIMLcI/AAAAAAAAAAU/kxHXg8dK5i0/s1600-R/GOLDGOLDGOLD.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4K5-BK4I3CY/STfcAnS40II/AAAAAAAAAIM/ynHZcMxG_HM/s72-c/DSC_1351.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-453158602556027813.post-4017842647565055396</id><published>2008-12-04T03:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-04T04:35:35.721-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Helsinki</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;After I left Seinäjoki I headed over to Helsinki. Helsinki is somewhat like Ann Arbor, Michigan in that it is a clean, intellectual, environmentally friendly city but different because it is 100 times better. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;First I went to the museum Ateneum and saw some works by great Finnish artists such as Hugo Simberg, Helene Schjerfbeck and some interesting ideas from Jaakko Karhunen and Pilvari Pirtola. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Then my uncle Matti picked me up and we went out for a nice dinner.  He is a really interesting man; he has travelled the world and had many different careers (pastor, accountant, professor). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;The next day my cousin Harri showed me some sights around Helsinki.  Harri is a student of economics in Helsinki.  He explained to me how the education system works: first you take an exam to get into a specific university. Then if you are accepted, you get a monthly stipend of around 400 - 800 Euro a month to live and free on campus housing.  Also, did I mention, schooling is free? Ahh, Finland.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Then I met up with my Aunt Eeva to go to a pre-Christmas party for her gym club at which the Scandinavian Hunks performed.  The Hunks are akin to Chippendales.  So it was pretty funny and a little uncomfortable feeling. Here's the link if you want to see some of the photos and videos of the Hunks: &lt;a href="http://www.scandinavianhunks.com/"&gt;http://www.scandinavianhunks.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Afterwards I went out with Jyri and his friends. I went over to one of his friend's parent's penthouse on the Gulf of Finland which was decorated really modern. The view was quite beautiful. Then we went to his friend's dad's office in downtown Helsinki. The office was outfitted with everything possible a person could need: a grand piano, a bedroom, a sauna, a kitchen, karaoke, the works!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;On Sunday Aunt Eeva took me to her work. She works in fashion and took me to the Helsinki House of Fashion and showed me the designer showroom she works in! That would be a dream job for me. Later I went out to lunch with Aunt Eeva and her sister and then I sadly departed back to Russia. When I was in the airport, I thought a lot about not getting on the plane. In the middle of the flight, I was ready to stand up and shout to all of the Finnish businessmen "do you know what you are getting yourselves into! Don't go to Russia!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;But alas, I made the flight and am back in Russia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/453158602556027813-4017842647565055396?l=harpsnhorses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harpsnhorses.blogspot.com/feeds/4017842647565055396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=453158602556027813&amp;postID=4017842647565055396' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/453158602556027813/posts/default/4017842647565055396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/453158602556027813/posts/default/4017842647565055396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harpsnhorses.blogspot.com/2008/12/helsinki.html' title='Helsinki'/><author><name>Сара Повoловна</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15233114670228872028</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4K5-BK4I3CY/SJ_ELrIMLcI/AAAAAAAAAAU/kxHXg8dK5i0/s1600-R/GOLDGOLDGOLD.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-453158602556027813.post-5552431077559376200</id><published>2008-12-04T03:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-04T03:32:22.953-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Photos of Finland</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4K5-BK4I3CY/STe_qeEv1hI/AAAAAAAAAIE/mY-TfsmNqoU/s1600-h/Esa%27s+a+star+(3).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275896224836212242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4K5-BK4I3CY/STe_qeEv1hI/AAAAAAAAAIE/mY-TfsmNqoU/s320/Esa%27s+a+star+(3).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4K5-BK4I3CY/STe_M58x_EI/AAAAAAAAAH8/6npm946c1Wg/s1600-h/Family+photos+(2).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275895716922915906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4K5-BK4I3CY/STe_M58x_EI/AAAAAAAAAH8/6npm946c1Wg/s320/Family+photos+(2).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4K5-BK4I3CY/STe-0nu9UlI/AAAAAAAAAH0/3EZC9kOsz1E/s1600-h/Great-grandfather%27s+house+and+barn+in+Laihia+(4).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275895299716239954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4K5-BK4I3CY/STe-0nu9UlI/AAAAAAAAAH0/3EZC9kOsz1E/s320/Great-grandfather%27s+house+and+barn+in+Laihia+(4).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4K5-BK4I3CY/STe-bz39POI/AAAAAAAAAHs/qY6qnS7GjE8/s1600-h/Seere%27s+home+(2).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275894873478479074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4K5-BK4I3CY/STe-bz39POI/AAAAAAAAAHs/qY6qnS7GjE8/s320/Seere%27s+home+(2).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/453158602556027813-5552431077559376200?l=harpsnhorses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harpsnhorses.blogspot.com/feeds/5552431077559376200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=453158602556027813&amp;postID=5552431077559376200' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/453158602556027813/posts/default/5552431077559376200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/453158602556027813/posts/default/5552431077559376200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harpsnhorses.blogspot.com/2008/12/photos-of-finland.html' title='Photos of Finland'/><author><name>Сара Повoловна</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15233114670228872028</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4K5-BK4I3CY/SJ_ELrIMLcI/AAAAAAAAAAU/kxHXg8dK5i0/s1600-R/GOLDGOLDGOLD.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4K5-BK4I3CY/STe_qeEv1hI/AAAAAAAAAIE/mY-TfsmNqoU/s72-c/Esa%27s+a+star+(3).JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-453158602556027813.post-5606479651114997366</id><published>2008-11-30T05:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-30T05:32:39.776-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Vaasa, Laihia, and Seinäjoki</title><content type='html'>After I left Turku, I headed over to Seinäjoki where I met up with some of the Perttu cousins.  This is the area my family is originally from.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esa took me to meet Seere, a very old woman who knew a lot about my family. They showed me 10 albums worth of photos and memorabilia dating back to the 1800s.  Then I went and saw the house that my Great-Grandfather left Finland for America. They kept pointing out to me places in real life that were in an ancient photo they showed me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seere's house was incredible also.  We drive up to an old house in the middle of Finnish farmland and the house seems typical from the outside. But on the inside it was incredible! It won a design award in 1974.  She must have spent thousands and thousands on the interior. All the best furniture and famous modern art paintings decorated her home.  It was a retro masterpiece!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later on in the evening I went to go see &lt;em&gt;Titanic: The Musical &lt;/em&gt;staring my very own uncle Esa! Although it was all in Finnish, I was able to understand a lot. The lead star is apparently a hot young Finnish actor, so the audience was abuzz with excitement.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/453158602556027813-5606479651114997366?l=harpsnhorses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harpsnhorses.blogspot.com/feeds/5606479651114997366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=453158602556027813&amp;postID=5606479651114997366' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/453158602556027813/posts/default/5606479651114997366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/453158602556027813/posts/default/5606479651114997366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harpsnhorses.blogspot.com/2008/11/vaasa-laihia-and-seinjoki.html' title='Vaasa, Laihia, and Seinäjoki'/><author><name>Сара Повoловна</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15233114670228872028</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4K5-BK4I3CY/SJ_ELrIMLcI/AAAAAAAAAAU/kxHXg8dK5i0/s1600-R/GOLDGOLDGOLD.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-453158602556027813.post-6232634192101182043</id><published>2008-11-26T02:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-26T02:51:55.465-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Homecoming at Last!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/cherylquinton/SEuw14nbpsI/AAAAAAAAAbY/Vp-Ff4JIW4I/s400/Turku%20Cathedral1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/cherylquinton/SEuw14nbpsI/AAAAAAAAAbY/Vp-Ff4JIW4I/s400/Turku%20Cathedral1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I finally made it to my ancestral motherland - Finland! The trip began with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Turku&lt;/span&gt;, Finland.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I arrived after a peaceful boat ride with a toasty warm sauna and was greeted with such friendly smiling faces. The Finnish people are so helpful, friendly, English-knowing-and-speaking, and well-dressed. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Turku&lt;/span&gt; is the oldest city in Finland and was once the capital. As such, it is a special city. The city was well maintained, plenty of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;cobble stoned&lt;/span&gt; streets, and a beautiful old cathedral. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;To my delight, there were plenty of thrift stores and antique stores with fun little surprises inside and all priced very moderately. There were also many art galleries and good museums.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I was able to go to the Sibelius Museum, in honor of Finland's greatest composer, Jean Sibelius. There was great information about his life and I was able to watch old videos depicting his funeral and his life. The museum also housed musical instruments. It was even hands-on! I was allowed to play a harpsichord from the 1700s. This, to me, is one of the greatest things a museum could allow. When I went into the basement of the museum, there was a collection of keyboards from the 1960s-current. This excited me even more. It is about time musical instrument museums &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;starte&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.metalfromfinland.com/img/karjalanpiirakka.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 221px" alt="" src="http://www.metalfromfinland.com/img/karjalanpiirakka.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;d curating some forms of electronic music.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Later I went into market square and ate some delicious food that I have been deprived of for several months. The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;karelian&lt;/span&gt; pie is my favorite treat that I only seem to get at Christmas time back home. You can be sure I loaded up on plenty of these pies to last me a while.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/453158602556027813-6232634192101182043?l=harpsnhorses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harpsnhorses.blogspot.com/feeds/6232634192101182043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=453158602556027813&amp;postID=6232634192101182043' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/453158602556027813/posts/default/6232634192101182043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/453158602556027813/posts/default/6232634192101182043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harpsnhorses.blogspot.com/2008/11/homecoming-at-last.html' title='The Homecoming at Last!'/><author><name>Сара Повoловна</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15233114670228872028</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4K5-BK4I3CY/SJ_ELrIMLcI/AAAAAAAAAAU/kxHXg8dK5i0/s1600-R/GOLDGOLDGOLD.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh6.ggpht.com/cherylquinton/SEuw14nbpsI/AAAAAAAAAbY/Vp-Ff4JIW4I/s72-c/Turku%20Cathedral1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-453158602556027813.post-9025633237787910367</id><published>2008-11-18T03:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T03:51:10.446-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stockholm</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Beautiful people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Nice, Englsih-speaking people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Relaxing atmosphere.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Interspersed with art.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Free bus ride for Sara.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Wonderful marketplace filled with unique oddities.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Free water!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/453158602556027813-9025633237787910367?l=harpsnhorses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harpsnhorses.blogspot.com/feeds/9025633237787910367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=453158602556027813&amp;postID=9025633237787910367' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/453158602556027813/posts/default/9025633237787910367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/453158602556027813/posts/default/9025633237787910367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harpsnhorses.blogspot.com/2008/11/stockholm.html' title='Stockholm'/><author><name>Сара Повoловна</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15233114670228872028</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4K5-BK4I3CY/SJ_ELrIMLcI/AAAAAAAAAAU/kxHXg8dK5i0/s1600-R/GOLDGOLDGOLD.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-453158602556027813.post-2365243634719997034</id><published>2008-11-16T03:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-16T03:31:39.667-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Moscow</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Moscow:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;More convenient than St. Petersburg&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;     More metro stops&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;     Blanket Internet over the city&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Goth Youth &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;     Boy with flame sticks waving them around in the park&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Nazi Youth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;     People making the swastika symbol on the metro car&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Very expensive&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;The few Americans in Moscow are all connected&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Animal Cruelty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;     3 bears tied up with chains.  Man shouting "give money if you want the bears to eat!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Strange Men&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;     After arriving at the airport, I receive a text message.  It says "I'm sorry, but I wanted to tell you    that you are beautiful.  The next time you are in Moscow, please call me.  My name is Alexei, I was your taxi cab driver".  I ignored it, then received another text message "Are you interested?".  Finally I responded and told him that I would not be in Moscow again.  The next text message, "HORRIBLE, HORRIBLE. THIS IS A SHAME.  YOU ARE WONDERFUL!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/453158602556027813-2365243634719997034?l=harpsnhorses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harpsnhorses.blogspot.com/feeds/2365243634719997034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=453158602556027813&amp;postID=2365243634719997034' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/453158602556027813/posts/default/2365243634719997034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/453158602556027813/posts/default/2365243634719997034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harpsnhorses.blogspot.com/2008/11/moscow.html' title='Moscow'/><author><name>Сара Повoловна</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15233114670228872028</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4K5-BK4I3CY/SJ_ELrIMLcI/AAAAAAAAAAU/kxHXg8dK5i0/s1600-R/GOLDGOLDGOLD.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-453158602556027813.post-9055811802919359120</id><published>2008-11-06T04:36:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T04:39:59.069-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Travels Galore!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Today I am leaving for a great exploration!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;First I will go to Moscow with my university group and see the Kremlin, Lenin's Masoleum, the Tretyakovsky Gallery, and all of the goodies of Moscow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;After that I will leave the group and head off to Stockholm and see the city.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Then I take a boat from Stockholm to Turku, Finland to see the oldest town in Finland.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;From Turku I will take a train to Seinäjoki, Finland to see the town where my family originates.  There I will be met by relative Esa Perttu and his parents Reijo and Kyllikki.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Then from Turku I will take a train to Helsinki and meet up with Matti Perttu and will stay with Eeva and her sons Harri and Jyri.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Finally I get to see my roots!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/453158602556027813-9055811802919359120?l=harpsnhorses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harpsnhorses.blogspot.com/feeds/9055811802919359120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=453158602556027813&amp;postID=9055811802919359120' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/453158602556027813/posts/default/9055811802919359120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/453158602556027813/posts/default/9055811802919359120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harpsnhorses.blogspot.com/2008/11/travels-galore.html' title='Travels Galore!'/><author><name>Сара Повoловна</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15233114670228872028</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4K5-BK4I3CY/SJ_ELrIMLcI/AAAAAAAAAAU/kxHXg8dK5i0/s1600-R/GOLDGOLDGOLD.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-453158602556027813.post-7403556518784277893</id><published>2008-11-04T04:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T04:04:36.202-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Smolny</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4K5-BK4I3CY/SRA6J_pxQaI/AAAAAAAAAHk/UYmyFjEjpd0/s1600-h/DSC_0421.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4K5-BK4I3CY/SRA6J_pxQaI/AAAAAAAAAHk/UYmyFjEjpd0/s320/DSC_0421.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264771907775971746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I attend school at the Smolny Cathedral Complex.  Smolny is a very historical place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a school for training young girls by Catherine the Great.  Once an aristocratic girl entered the school at a very young age of maybe 8 or 12, she was not allowed to leave the school or see her family until she turned 18 years old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later Lenin held assembly meetings and Kirov was murdered there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now I am sitting learning Russian in the very same halls!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/453158602556027813-7403556518784277893?l=harpsnhorses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harpsnhorses.blogspot.com/feeds/7403556518784277893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=453158602556027813&amp;postID=7403556518784277893' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/453158602556027813/posts/default/7403556518784277893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/453158602556027813/posts/default/7403556518784277893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harpsnhorses.blogspot.com/2008/11/smolny.html' title='Smolny'/><author><name>Сара Повoловна</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15233114670228872028</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4K5-BK4I3CY/SJ_ELrIMLcI/AAAAAAAAAAU/kxHXg8dK5i0/s1600-R/GOLDGOLDGOLD.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4K5-BK4I3CY/SRA6J_pxQaI/AAAAAAAAAHk/UYmyFjEjpd0/s72-c/DSC_0421.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-453158602556027813.post-2433558424565648108</id><published>2008-10-31T08:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-31T09:04:11.490-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Unity Day?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Nov. 4 is Unity Day in Russia!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, not many Russians even know what the Nov. 4 holiday is for.  It was recently reinstated in 2005 to celebrate the Russians kicking the Polish out of Moscow in 1612.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But mostly it was created because there used to be a holiday on Nov. 7 which celebrated the October Revolution.  But you can't celebrate communist holidays in a non-communist Russia!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They actually had to make a movie to tell people what this holiday was about because no one knew what the holiday was supposed to be for. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The holiday is on a Tuesday this year.  But Russians love long weekends.  So instead of moving the holiday to Monday (because no one actually even knows what the holiday is for), I have to go to school on Saturday and people have to work on Saturday and there will be no classes on Monday or Tuesday. The Russian way of doing things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/453158602556027813-2433558424565648108?l=harpsnhorses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harpsnhorses.blogspot.com/feeds/2433558424565648108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=453158602556027813&amp;postID=2433558424565648108' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/453158602556027813/posts/default/2433558424565648108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/453158602556027813/posts/default/2433558424565648108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harpsnhorses.blogspot.com/2008/10/unity-day.html' title='Unity Day?'/><author><name>Сара Повoловна</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15233114670228872028</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4K5-BK4I3CY/SJ_ELrIMLcI/AAAAAAAAAAU/kxHXg8dK5i0/s1600-R/GOLDGOLDGOLD.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-453158602556027813.post-7348892512178863447</id><published>2008-10-25T03:06:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-25T03:15:07.400-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Same Meal for One Month</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4K5-BK4I3CY/SQLv6N1YIvI/AAAAAAAAAHE/YHDHv1AdvMM/s1600-h/Vegetables,+Beans+and+Bread+%282%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4K5-BK4I3CY/SQLv6N1YIvI/AAAAAAAAAHE/YHDHv1AdvMM/s320/Vegetables,+Beans+and+Bread+%282%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261031098147152626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The food I have been eating here has been less than deliciou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;s and delightful.  Sometimes it is tasty, but usually it is not tasty to eat the same meal for one month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Lately, I have been eating a combination of vegetables and beans with every meal. Yesterday, I realized I had had the last plate of beans.  The beans aren't even good to begin with.  They are mashed up and hard.  I don't quite even understand how a bean can be hard if it has been cooked, but these beans are hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I decided I needed to get rid of these beans without eating them.  So I looked out the window and decided that the window is a great place to throw the beans out.  However, the window is too small to fit the plate through.  So I attempt to fork the beans out the window.  While doing so, the beans fell all over the plants in the window sill.  I decide to look out the window to make sure that there are no traces of the beans when I realize that the beans had been falling into the window sill!  In plain sight, all the beans are plopped out on the ledge.  And there is no way to get to them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So in a panic, I run to the toilet and try to flush the rest of the beans down the toilet.  But then it gets a little slow and I decide to wait to flush some more beans down.  Then five minutes later Irina Victorevna walks in and goes into the bathroom with all the beans sitting in the toilet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We haven't discussed this situation yet, but I have not been served beans again (yet).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4K5-BK4I3CY/SQLwWdj8VFI/AAAAAAAAAHM/OsVH6mkYO28/s1600-h/Vegetables,+Beans+and+Bread+%283%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4K5-BK4I3CY/SQLwWdj8VFI/AAAAAAAAAHM/OsVH6mkYO28/s320/Vegetables,+Beans+and+Bread+%283%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261031583405331538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4K5-BK4I3CY/SQLw25o7jSI/AAAAAAAAAHc/82CNlnFnB90/s1600-h/Vegetables,+Beans+and+Bread.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4K5-BK4I3CY/SQLw25o7jSI/AAAAAAAAAHc/82CNlnFnB90/s320/Vegetables,+Beans+and+Bread.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261032140698258722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4K5-BK4I3CY/SQLwjTYjXzI/AAAAAAAAAHU/e_KpZK_8vUk/s1600-h/Vegetables,+sour+cream,+and+beets+%283%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4K5-BK4I3CY/SQLwjTYjXzI/AAAAAAAAAHU/e_KpZK_8vUk/s320/Vegetables,+sour+cream,+and+beets+%283%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261031804011503410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/453158602556027813-7348892512178863447?l=harpsnhorses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harpsnhorses.blogspot.com/feeds/7348892512178863447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=453158602556027813&amp;postID=7348892512178863447' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/453158602556027813/posts/default/7348892512178863447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/453158602556027813/posts/default/7348892512178863447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harpsnhorses.blogspot.com/2008/10/same-meal-for-one-month.html' title='The Same Meal for One Month'/><author><name>Сара Повoловна</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15233114670228872028</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4K5-BK4I3CY/SJ_ELrIMLcI/AAAAAAAAAAU/kxHXg8dK5i0/s1600-R/GOLDGOLDGOLD.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4K5-BK4I3CY/SQLv6N1YIvI/AAAAAAAAAHE/YHDHv1AdvMM/s72-c/Vegetables,+Beans+and+Bread+%282%29.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-453158602556027813.post-1477890692306880440</id><published>2008-10-20T02:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T02:28:03.345-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Estonia</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Over the weekend I went to Tallinn, Estonia.  I really loved Estonia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Tallinn is a very small city, but that does not mean it is small in charm!  The city dates back to the middle ages (I believe).  The streets were small and cobbled and the buildings were made of colorful stones.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;There was also a fair amount of modern architecture.  The Kumu Art Museum was built by the Finnish architect Pekka Vapaavuori and is built into a limestone bank.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;The Estonian people were so kind to me.  Everyone could speak fluent English, Russian, Estonian and probably many more languages.  They smiled, gave me directions, and no one tried to rob me.  It is great not being in Russia.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Tallinn is also a very wired city.  There was wireless in our hotel and wireless hotspots throughout the city in cafes.  I believe the creator of Skype is from Estonia.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Coming from Russia, Estonia is a great treat.  The internet is everywhere, bathrooms are clean and available, and the food was delicious and fresh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I wish I could go back!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/453158602556027813-1477890692306880440?l=harpsnhorses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harpsnhorses.blogspot.com/feeds/1477890692306880440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=453158602556027813&amp;postID=1477890692306880440' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/453158602556027813/posts/default/1477890692306880440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/453158602556027813/posts/default/1477890692306880440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harpsnhorses.blogspot.com/2008/10/estonia_20.html' title='Estonia'/><author><name>Сара Повoловна</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15233114670228872028</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4K5-BK4I3CY/SJ_ELrIMLcI/AAAAAAAAAAU/kxHXg8dK5i0/s1600-R/GOLDGOLDGOLD.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-453158602556027813.post-3431244454039161945</id><published>2008-10-14T03:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-14T03:24:37.031-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Balalaika Lessons</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.tablaman.co.uk/balalaika1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://www.tablaman.co.uk/balalaika1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I am now taking balalaika lessons!  The balalaika is a Russian folk instrument.  The picture is to the right.  It is similar to a guitar, but there are only three strings and is traingular shaped.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;It does not sound like a guitar, though.  The sound is a little mellow and creates interesting harmonies. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;My teacher's name is Alla and does not speak any English, so I will be learning two things at once.  Tomorrow she will go with me and help me buy a balalaika.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/453158602556027813-3431244454039161945?l=harpsnhorses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harpsnhorses.blogspot.com/feeds/3431244454039161945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=453158602556027813&amp;postID=3431244454039161945' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/453158602556027813/posts/default/3431244454039161945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/453158602556027813/posts/default/3431244454039161945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harpsnhorses.blogspot.com/2008/10/balalaika-lessons.html' title='Balalaika Lessons'/><author><name>Сара Повoловна</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15233114670228872028</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4K5-BK4I3CY/SJ_ELrIMLcI/AAAAAAAAAAU/kxHXg8dK5i0/s1600-R/GOLDGOLDGOLD.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-453158602556027813.post-8028239289528003675</id><published>2008-10-12T04:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-12T04:39:04.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'>U.S. Politics Abroad</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4K5-BK4I3CY/SPHgt53pfaI/AAAAAAAAAG8/ayO9QAdQvFw/s1600-h/Barack+Obama.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256229319351041442" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4K5-BK4I3CY/SPHgt53pfaI/AAAAAAAAAG8/ayO9QAdQvFw/s320/Barack+Obama.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Despite the fact that not many people speak English in Russia, everyone knows about U.S. politics and has opinions about the upcoming U.S. election. Most people in the U.S. hardly could tell you the name of the head of state of other nations, or even know about upcoming elections and the candidates! But people in Russia are very aware of our elections and what's going on right now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;All of the Russians I have talked to would like Barack Obama to be the next president of America.  They think that his policies are more European and that he is different from President Bush.  Of course almost everyone abroad hates George Bush.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;However, my host mother must think that Americans are racist.  She said that she wants Barack Obama to be president, but she doesn't think he will because he is black and Americans would not elect a black president.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/453158602556027813-8028239289528003675?l=harpsnhorses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harpsnhorses.blogspot.com/feeds/8028239289528003675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=453158602556027813&amp;postID=8028239289528003675' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/453158602556027813/posts/default/8028239289528003675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/453158602556027813/posts/default/8028239289528003675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harpsnhorses.blogspot.com/2008/10/us-politics-abroad.html' title='U.S. Politics Abroad'/><author><name>Сара Повoловна</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15233114670228872028</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4K5-BK4I3CY/SJ_ELrIMLcI/AAAAAAAAAAU/kxHXg8dK5i0/s1600-R/GOLDGOLDGOLD.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4K5-BK4I3CY/SPHgt53pfaI/AAAAAAAAAG8/ayO9QAdQvFw/s72-c/Barack+Obama.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-453158602556027813.post-5687789299274019973</id><published>2008-10-12T04:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-12T04:24:54.163-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Ambitious Amber Room</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4K5-BK4I3CY/SPHeFjMY03I/AAAAAAAAAG0/0LBQEMdplU0/s1600-h/Amber+room.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256226427045991282" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4K5-BK4I3CY/SPHeFjMY03I/AAAAAAAAAG0/0LBQEMdplU0/s320/Amber+room.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Last weekend I went to Tsarskoye Selo, or Pushkin. It is outside of St. Petersburg and is where Cahterine has her summer palace. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Inside of Catherine's Palace is the famous Amber Room. Three walls are covered entirely of amber, as thin as a bar of chocolate.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I am very forunate to be able to see it; the Nazis destroyed almost the entire palace including the amber room during World War II.  The amber room was only recently restored about two years ago.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;For as famous as the amber room is, I was a little disappointed that the ceiling and the fourth wall weren't covered with amber.  But it was still very beautiful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Also, it is prohibited to take photos in the amber room. But I got a picture!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/453158602556027813-5687789299274019973?l=harpsnhorses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harpsnhorses.blogspot.com/feeds/5687789299274019973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=453158602556027813&amp;postID=5687789299274019973' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/453158602556027813/posts/default/5687789299274019973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/453158602556027813/posts/default/5687789299274019973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harpsnhorses.blogspot.com/2008/10/ambitious-amber-room.html' title='The Ambitious Amber Room'/><author><name>Сара Повoловна</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15233114670228872028</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4K5-BK4I3CY/SJ_ELrIMLcI/AAAAAAAAAAU/kxHXg8dK5i0/s1600-R/GOLDGOLDGOLD.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4K5-BK4I3CY/SPHeFjMY03I/AAAAAAAAAG0/0LBQEMdplU0/s72-c/Amber+room.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-453158602556027813.post-497070210373595851</id><published>2008-10-07T09:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-07T09:22:34.957-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Where to See My Pictures</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;In celebration of my camera working, I have decided to put my pictures online! So you may see the photos I have taken. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It does take me a while to get to an internet cafe with wi-fi (and plugs), but I am working on getting my photos online. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The link is:  http://www.flickr.com/photos/harpsnhorses/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/453158602556027813-497070210373595851?l=harpsnhorses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harpsnhorses.blogspot.com/feeds/497070210373595851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=453158602556027813&amp;postID=497070210373595851' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/453158602556027813/posts/default/497070210373595851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/453158602556027813/posts/default/497070210373595851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harpsnhorses.blogspot.com/2008/10/where-to-see-my-pictures.html' title='Where to See My Pictures'/><author><name>Сара Повoловна</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15233114670228872028</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4K5-BK4I3CY/SJ_ELrIMLcI/AAAAAAAAAAU/kxHXg8dK5i0/s1600-R/GOLDGOLDGOLD.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-453158602556027813.post-1688713776199879212</id><published>2008-10-07T07:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-07T08:09:17.577-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Man at the Front Desk</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;The man at the front desk is named Gennagee Borisavich.  I had a feeling he liked me but it was confirmed earlier today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was practicing piano in an old classroom when I heard the door creak open.  There is a chalkboard in the way of the door, so I peeked under and I saw Gennagee Borisavich walk in.  I thought he was going to yell at me and tell me I had been in this room too long and he needed the key.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But he walked over, smiled, and gave me a piece of sheet music. It is from a USSR movie from the 1930s.  It is a children's movie that was the first movie ever to have puppets and live actors together. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The tune itself is a little mournful, a little pretty, and a little nostalgic.  You can hear the song in the beginning of the movie.  Here is the movie in entirety:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://teramult.org.ua/mult/1939_su_film_zolotoj.kluchik/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Gennagee Borisavich wants me to play the song and sing it at the same time.  I hope this will turn into a big songbook project and he will bring me more songs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/453158602556027813-1688713776199879212?l=harpsnhorses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harpsnhorses.blogspot.com/feeds/1688713776199879212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=453158602556027813&amp;postID=1688713776199879212' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/453158602556027813/posts/default/1688713776199879212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/453158602556027813/posts/default/1688713776199879212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harpsnhorses.blogspot.com/2008/10/man-at-front-desk.html' title='The Man at the Front Desk'/><author><name>Сара Повoловна</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15233114670228872028</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4K5-BK4I3CY/SJ_ELrIMLcI/AAAAAAAAAAU/kxHXg8dK5i0/s1600-R/GOLDGOLDGOLD.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-453158602556027813.post-121931527482424887</id><published>2008-10-05T08:18:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-05T08:28:00.830-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Leaf Wreathes</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4K5-BK4I3CY/SOjbDwkMp6I/AAAAAAAAAGU/0mEIuPndc50/s1600-h/CSC_0949.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4K5-BK4I3CY/SOjbDwkMp6I/AAAAAAAAAGU/0mEIuPndc50/s320/CSC_0949.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253689822950500258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The Russian people seem to really enjoy fall.  Whenever I go to parks, I always see people picking up leaves and making wreathes of them.  When asked why, a Russian boy responded "because it is beautiful!".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I think it is beautiful too and tried to make a leaf wreath.  The result was less than ideal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4K5-BK4I3CY/SOjbvmu_oQI/AAAAAAAAAGc/LKQF80La5NA/s1600-h/DSC_0855.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4K5-BK4I3CY/SOjbvmu_oQI/AAAAAAAAAGc/LKQF80La5NA/s320/DSC_0855.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253690576225673474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;After a &lt;/span&gt;hard attempt and a belief that I had made it correctly, it flopped apart in my hands.  I saw some Russian woman making one later and went up to them and asked how to make it.  They just looked at mine and started laughing really loudly.  The end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4K5-BK4I3CY/SOjcaaAyZsI/AAAAAAAAAGk/Lw6fMWObBGA/s1600-h/DSC_0891.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4K5-BK4I3CY/SOjcaaAyZsI/AAAAAAAAAGk/Lw6fMWObBGA/s320/DSC_0891.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253691311545018050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4K5-BK4I3CY/SOjc01OMxSI/AAAAAAAAAGs/NtIKdBAaPYo/s1600-h/DSC_0829.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4K5-BK4I3CY/SOjc01OMxSI/AAAAAAAAAGs/NtIKdBAaPYo/s320/DSC_0829.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253691765525628194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/453158602556027813-121931527482424887?l=harpsnhorses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harpsnhorses.blogspot.com/feeds/121931527482424887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=453158602556027813&amp;postID=121931527482424887' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/453158602556027813/posts/default/121931527482424887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/453158602556027813/posts/default/121931527482424887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harpsnhorses.blogspot.com/2008/10/leaf-wreathes.html' title='Leaf Wreathes'/><author><name>Сара Повoловна</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15233114670228872028</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4K5-BK4I3CY/SJ_ELrIMLcI/AAAAAAAAAAU/kxHXg8dK5i0/s1600-R/GOLDGOLDGOLD.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4K5-BK4I3CY/SOjbDwkMp6I/AAAAAAAAAGU/0mEIuPndc50/s72-c/CSC_0949.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-453158602556027813.post-3284653818915929404</id><published>2008-10-03T03:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-03T03:37:12.404-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Museum of Curiosities</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.enlight.ru/camera/builds1/may25_8241.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://www.enlight.ru/camera/builds1/may25_8241.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I went to the Museum of Curiosities/Kunstkammer Museum the other day. It can be considered the first museum of St. Petersburg.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Peter the Great opened it and called it the Museum of Curiosities.  It is said that he was walking down the street and saw two trees intertwined.  He thought this was so peculiar that he would house a museum of curiosities in that very spot.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;However, the things that are curious to Peter the Great are rather strange.  Mostly, it was abnormal baby fetuses.  In order not to scare the visitor, he placed bonnets on top of the baby's heads and over the limbs that were floating in jars.  However, this didn't work and people were still scared to come.  So finally to entice visitors he made the admission price free and offered a shot of vodka at the entrance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I did not receive a shot of vodka at the entrance and had to pay, and I slightly regret going.  It was very frightening, but interesting to see what Peter the Great liked ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/453158602556027813-3284653818915929404?l=harpsnhorses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harpsnhorses.blogspot.com/feeds/3284653818915929404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=453158602556027813&amp;postID=3284653818915929404' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/453158602556027813/posts/default/3284653818915929404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/453158602556027813/posts/default/3284653818915929404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harpsnhorses.blogspot.com/2008/10/museum-of-curiosities.html' title='Museum of Curiosities'/><author><name>Сара Повoловна</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15233114670228872028</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4K5-BK4I3CY/SJ_ELrIMLcI/AAAAAAAAAAU/kxHXg8dK5i0/s1600-R/GOLDGOLDGOLD.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-453158602556027813.post-8729991764104389644</id><published>2008-09-29T07:17:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-29T07:30:45.582-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My New Home</title><content type='html'>These are pictures of my new homestay.  It's a nice quaint apartment, but ever since the heat turned on, it's really hot.  I bought a fan, but with the typical Russian craftmanship it makes the strangest sounds.  Irina Victorevna, my host mother, comes into my room every time the fan is on and tells me to turn it off because the sounds it makes are too strange.  It's cold outside, hot inside.  This is Russia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My crazy keys:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4K5-BK4I3CY/SODk_xfWdYI/AAAAAAAAAGE/QqjMs0dkczU/s1600-h/DSC_0015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4K5-BK4I3CY/SODk_xfWdYI/AAAAAAAAAGE/QqjMs0dkczU/s320/DSC_0015.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251448949781722498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Irina Victorevna's room, with my clothes drying.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4K5-BK4I3CY/SODlV7Pa9lI/AAAAAAAAAGM/ukMnZ9px14E/s1600-h/DSC_0006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4K5-BK4I3CY/SODlV7Pa9lI/AAAAAAAAAGM/ukMnZ9px14E/s320/DSC_0006.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251449330356385362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My room (I have plants!):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4K5-BK4I3CY/SODkpS-ViAI/AAAAAAAAAF8/289DNcwHHdI/s1600-h/DSC_0416.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4K5-BK4I3CY/SODkpS-ViAI/AAAAAAAAAF8/289DNcwHHdI/s320/DSC_0416.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251448563633063938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4K5-BK4I3CY/SODj_rz7-NI/AAAAAAAAAF0/BxGSiV5s02k/s1600-h/DSC_0008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4K5-BK4I3CY/SODj_rz7-NI/AAAAAAAAAF0/BxGSiV5s02k/s320/DSC_0008.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251447848745826514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4K5-BK4I3CY/SODjs5uiOKI/AAAAAAAAAFs/sJ8ixga2XiY/s1600-h/DSC_0009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4K5-BK4I3CY/SODjs5uiOKI/AAAAAAAAAFs/sJ8ixga2XiY/s320/DSC_0009.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251447526063749282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/453158602556027813-8729991764104389644?l=harpsnhorses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harpsnhorses.blogspot.com/feeds/8729991764104389644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=453158602556027813&amp;postID=8729991764104389644' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/453158602556027813/posts/default/8729991764104389644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/453158602556027813/posts/default/8729991764104389644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harpsnhorses.blogspot.com/2008/09/my-new-home.html' title='My New Home'/><author><name>Сара Повoловна</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15233114670228872028</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4K5-BK4I3CY/SJ_ELrIMLcI/AAAAAAAAAAU/kxHXg8dK5i0/s1600-R/GOLDGOLDGOLD.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4K5-BK4I3CY/SODk_xfWdYI/AAAAAAAAAGE/QqjMs0dkczU/s72-c/DSC_0015.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-453158602556027813.post-8919504275225538053</id><published>2008-09-29T07:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-29T07:16:36.330-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer Gardens</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Yesterday I went around exploring the downtown o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;f St. Petersburg as it is already getting cold.  It was a wonderful fall day and the leaves were everywhere.  The summer gardens are absolutely beautiful and one could spend hours there, days there!  Mostly there are just statues, but the lines of trees are just right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4K5-BK4I3CY/SODjIpgf22I/AAAAAAAAAFk/aVD9WAnKJwQ/s1600-h/Russia+090.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4K5-BK4I3CY/SODjIpgf22I/AAAAAAAAAFk/aVD9WAnKJwQ/s320/Russia+090.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251446903234616162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4K5-BK4I3CY/SODiNDPRoCI/AAAAAAAAAFU/lSiinUlIjC4/s1600-h/Wreath+Woman+9.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4K5-BK4I3CY/SODiNDPRoCI/AAAAAAAAAFU/lSiinUlIjC4/s320/Wreath+Woman+9.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251445879349551138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4K5-BK4I3CY/SODiiLCnDVI/AAAAAAAAAFc/mRcGNgBzpfw/s1600-h/Russia+147.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4K5-BK4I3CY/SODiiLCnDVI/AAAAAAAAAFc/mRcGNgBzpfw/s320/Russia+147.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251446242221165906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4K5-BK4I3CY/SODh2DUxyqI/AAAAAAAAAFM/VJtGi0n53iA/s1600-h/CSC_0404.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4K5-BK4I3CY/SODh2DUxyqI/AAAAAAAAAFM/VJtGi0n53iA/s320/CSC_0404.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251445484235639458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/453158602556027813-8919504275225538053?l=harpsnhorses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harpsnhorses.blogspot.com/feeds/8919504275225538053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=453158602556027813&amp;postID=8919504275225538053' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/453158602556027813/posts/default/8919504275225538053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/453158602556027813/posts/default/8919504275225538053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harpsnhorses.blogspot.com/2008/09/summer-gardens.html' title='Summer Gardens'/><author><name>Сара Повoловна</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15233114670228872028</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4K5-BK4I3CY/SJ_ELrIMLcI/AAAAAAAAAAU/kxHXg8dK5i0/s1600-R/GOLDGOLDGOLD.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4K5-BK4I3CY/SODjIpgf22I/AAAAAAAAAFk/aVD9WAnKJwQ/s72-c/Russia+090.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-453158602556027813.post-8149629645990567615</id><published>2008-09-29T06:57:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-29T07:07:47.652-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Peterhof</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Last weekend, I went to Peterhof.  Peterhof is the summer palace of Peter the Great.  There are over 200 fountains (I think) and there are even trick fountains! It was a magical place that I loved a lot.  Here are some pictures.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4K5-BK4I3CY/SODhG4uT3-I/AAAAAAAAAFE/EOqW7p2wkpc/s1600-h/DSC_0233.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4K5-BK4I3CY/SODhG4uT3-I/AAAAAAAAAFE/EOqW7p2wkpc/s320/DSC_0233.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251444673936089058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4K5-BK4I3CY/SODgifvPQWI/AAAAAAAAAE8/TErbJXus5t4/s1600-h/finnish+gulf+vii.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4K5-BK4I3CY/SODgifvPQWI/AAAAAAAAAE8/TErbJXus5t4/s320/finnish+gulf+vii.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251444048753803618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4K5-BK4I3CY/SODgGUJiSVI/AAAAAAAAAE0/vH3XNDtrtD8/s1600-h/DSC_0228.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4K5-BK4I3CY/SODgGUJiSVI/AAAAAAAAAE0/vH3XNDtrtD8/s320/DSC_0228.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251443564606540114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4K5-BK4I3CY/SODfpE4U0LI/AAAAAAAAAEs/9ah02fWf1Zo/s1600-h/DSC_0209.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4K5-BK4I3CY/SODfpE4U0LI/AAAAAAAAAEs/9ah02fWf1Zo/s320/DSC_0209.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251443062291615922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4K5-BK4I3CY/SODfSEAIZAI/AAAAAAAAAEk/BC9mcaK1Bio/s1600-h/DSC_0301.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4K5-BK4I3CY/SODfSEAIZAI/AAAAAAAAAEk/BC9mcaK1Bio/s320/DSC_0301.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251442666918929410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/453158602556027813-8149629645990567615?l=harpsnhorses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harpsnhorses.blogspot.com/feeds/8149629645990567615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=453158602556027813&amp;postID=8149629645990567615' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/453158602556027813/posts/default/8149629645990567615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/453158602556027813/posts/default/8149629645990567615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harpsnhorses.blogspot.com/2008/09/peterhof.html' title='Peterhof'/><author><name>Сара Повoловна</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15233114670228872028</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4K5-BK4I3CY/SJ_ELrIMLcI/AAAAAAAAAAU/kxHXg8dK5i0/s1600-R/GOLDGOLDGOLD.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4K5-BK4I3CY/SODhG4uT3-I/AAAAAAAAAFE/EOqW7p2wkpc/s72-c/DSC_0233.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-453158602556027813.post-4575879391497785740</id><published>2008-09-24T03:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-24T03:31:07.155-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Shoes, Shoes, Shoes!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Shoes are big in Russia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Everybody loves shoes in Russia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;SHOES!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;The way you can tell a foreignor from a Russian is by their shoes.  Russians all wear very nice and fancy shoes all the time.  Even if they are running errands or walking their dog, they will be wearing very nice shoes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;If I am wearing sneakers, I get many stares a day.  I see people start looking at my face, then watch their eyes move all the way down at stare at my sneakers. A good, hard, long stare too.  But when I am wearing nice shoes, no one pays attention/they think I am Russian.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;The only women that do not wear high heels are the babyshki.  Otherwise, the shoes are very black, very shiny, and very high for women.  I don't know how they make a whole day, though; there are so many manholes and uneven sidewalks it is hard to walk down the street.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;And the men all wear fancy European booties.  The only person I ever saw without nice shoes was a crazy homeless woman.  Shoes are very important here.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I am okay with this, it just gives me an excuse to buy more shoes!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/453158602556027813-4575879391497785740?l=harpsnhorses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harpsnhorses.blogspot.com/feeds/4575879391497785740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=453158602556027813&amp;postID=4575879391497785740' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/453158602556027813/posts/default/4575879391497785740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/453158602556027813/posts/default/4575879391497785740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harpsnhorses.blogspot.com/2008/09/shoes-shoes-shoes.html' title='Shoes, Shoes, Shoes!'/><author><name>Сара Повoловна</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15233114670228872028</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4K5-BK4I3CY/SJ_ELrIMLcI/AAAAAAAAAAU/kxHXg8dK5i0/s1600-R/GOLDGOLDGOLD.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-453158602556027813.post-3632806069976197752</id><published>2008-09-22T04:55:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-22T05:02:41.767-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Banya</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;While in Novgorod, I went to the Russian &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;banya&lt;/span&gt;.  The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;banya&lt;/span&gt; is very similar to the Finnish sauna.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;First you go in, buy your &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;viihta&lt;/span&gt; and your &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;banya&lt;/span&gt; time and if you want a toga.  You go and undress, then soak your &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;viihta&lt;/span&gt;, and go into the sauna.  This sauna had a high set of stairs and only one bench.  Most of the woman stood on the stairs or at the very top.  Then to the side there seemed to be a stove that a woman came in and was making it hotter.  I couldn't see what she was doing because I didn't have my glasses on!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Afterwards you run into the river, shower, sauna, river, shower, sauna, then cold and hot shower.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;When we showed up, there were a bunch of naked old Russian women staring at us and laughing at us. Once I took off my glasses, it was a lot easier to be comfortable because I really couldn't see anything at all. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;The women were very nice and showed us what to do.  When in the sauna, the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;babyshki&lt;/span&gt; made me bend over and they hit me vigorously with the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;vihta&lt;/span&gt;.  Two &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;vihtas&lt;/span&gt; simultaneously; it felt pretty good. Then I knew I had to run into the river.  But instead of having a private entrance, you had to exit the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;banya&lt;/span&gt; complex, run across the road, and then run down a hill.  Once I got to the street I realized there was a group of 5 Russian men who were very curious and stared at us the whole time!  How &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;embarrassing&lt;/span&gt;.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Back inside the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;banya&lt;/span&gt;, a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;babyshka&lt;/span&gt; told me to throw an ice cold bucket of water over my friend's head.  Then the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;babyshka&lt;/span&gt; made this screaming noise and threw her arms up in the air, telling us that it was good for the soul to scream.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;It was a nice, cleansing time and I am going to try to find a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;banya&lt;/span&gt; near my apartment in St. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Petersburg&lt;/span&gt;.  I recommend all people try the Russian &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;banya&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/453158602556027813-3632806069976197752?l=harpsnhorses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harpsnhorses.blogspot.com/feeds/3632806069976197752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=453158602556027813&amp;postID=3632806069976197752' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/453158602556027813/posts/default/3632806069976197752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/453158602556027813/posts/default/3632806069976197752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harpsnhorses.blogspot.com/2008/09/banya.html' title='Banya'/><author><name>Сара Повoловна</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15233114670228872028</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4K5-BK4I3CY/SJ_ELrIMLcI/AAAAAAAAAAU/kxHXg8dK5i0/s1600-R/GOLDGOLDGOLD.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-453158602556027813.post-5643475353296095020</id><published>2008-09-22T04:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-22T04:34:44.550-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Service</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;My camera is finally fixed!  I just had to send it to the only "certified" service in St. Petersburg, sign a contract in Russian, and wait two weeks.  All for the low price of 1,000 rubles.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;This service was very shady.  It was in a large industrial building and on a huge scary door there was this little sign that said "Service".  When I went in there were many people waiting with the strangest kinds of electronic devices.  Pretty much anything electronic that could break people took there to fix.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Now all I need to do is get my computer to a place with wi-fi, which has been pretty difficult so far...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/453158602556027813-5643475353296095020?l=harpsnhorses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harpsnhorses.blogspot.com/feeds/5643475353296095020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=453158602556027813&amp;postID=5643475353296095020' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/453158602556027813/posts/default/5643475353296095020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/453158602556027813/posts/default/5643475353296095020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harpsnhorses.blogspot.com/2008/09/service.html' title='Service'/><author><name>Сара Повoловна</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15233114670228872028</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4K5-BK4I3CY/SJ_ELrIMLcI/AAAAAAAAAAU/kxHXg8dK5i0/s1600-R/GOLDGOLDGOLD.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-453158602556027813.post-7984119032807991547</id><published>2008-09-19T01:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-19T01:08:36.751-07:00</updated><title type='text'>More photos</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Restoration:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4K5-BK4I3CY/SNNdlN_4-iI/AAAAAAAAAEc/PTprsWio6QU/s1600-h/IMG_1619.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4K5-BK4I3CY/SNNdlN_4-iI/AAAAAAAAAEc/PTprsWio6QU/s320/IMG_1619.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247640884810938914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4K5-BK4I3CY/SNNdgbqbDhI/AAAAAAAAAEU/Q-_wrYRu7p8/s1600-h/IMG_1627.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4K5-BK4I3CY/SNNdgbqbDhI/AAAAAAAAAEU/Q-_wrYRu7p8/s320/IMG_1627.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247640802579648018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Restoration, Restoration, Restoration.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4K5-BK4I3CY/SNNdZTyd3rI/AAAAAAAAAEM/XUWGt5BD0UU/s1600-h/IMG_1634.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4K5-BK4I3CY/SNNdZTyd3rI/AAAAAAAAAEM/XUWGt5BD0UU/s320/IMG_1634.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247640680206818994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;The eternal flame of Novgorod.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4K5-BK4I3CY/SNNc0ihtjFI/AAAAAAAAAEE/Vut_XoTvWXM/s320/IMG_1612.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247640048507915346" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4K5-BK4I3CY/SNNcdVRx25I/AAAAAAAAAD8/7lhgqHPG448/s1600-h/IMG_1622.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4K5-BK4I3CY/SNNcdVRx25I/AAAAAAAAAD8/7lhgqHPG448/s320/IMG_1622.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247639649814436754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Babushki are everywhere in Russia.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/453158602556027813-7984119032807991547?l=harpsnhorses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harpsnhorses.blogspot.com/feeds/7984119032807991547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=453158602556027813&amp;postID=7984119032807991547' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/453158602556027813/posts/default/7984119032807991547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/453158602556027813/posts/default/7984119032807991547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harpsnhorses.blogspot.com/2008/09/more-photos.html' title='More photos'/><author><name>Сара Повoловна</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15233114670228872028</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4K5-BK4I3CY/SJ_ELrIMLcI/AAAAAAAAAAU/kxHXg8dK5i0/s1600-R/GOLDGOLDGOLD.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4K5-BK4I3CY/SNNdlN_4-iI/AAAAAAAAAEc/PTprsWio6QU/s72-c/IMG_1619.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-453158602556027813.post-1722931555672134291</id><published>2008-09-16T00:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-16T00:53:51.616-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Novgorod</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Over the weekend I went to Novgorod.  Novgorod is one of the oldest towns in Russia.  The earliest mention of it in history is about 894.  At one point in time, there were over 200 churches.  Now there are only about 30 churches.  Novgorod also used to be bigger than Paris and London during the Medieval Era.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Now it is a small city with many many beautiful churches.  There is also a river and forestry around.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Here are some of the pictures that my friend David took with his camera:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4K5-BK4I3CY/SM9le4LTWSI/AAAAAAAAADk/YYynCCW8q_c/s320/DSCN0403.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246523672060188962" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4K5-BK4I3CY/SM9lSW_o2qI/AAAAAAAAADc/OJrL-wlcOps/s320/DSCN0402.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246523456994466466" /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4K5-BK4I3CY/SM9lDmcHDlI/AAAAAAAAADU/P0DNOicayc4/s320/DSCN0395.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246523203442380370" /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4K5-BK4I3CY/SM9k4HLdWfI/AAAAAAAAADM/0f_2qz49WYQ/s320/DSCN0394.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246523006072478194" /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4K5-BK4I3CY/SM9kqheNU2I/AAAAAAAAADE/PeLtpBWD-SI/s320/DSCN0405.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246522772612272994" /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4K5-BK4I3CY/SM9kT3hCxxI/AAAAAAAAAC8/pQaTX9ZVYnw/s320/DSCN0369.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246522383392753426" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/453158602556027813-1722931555672134291?l=harpsnhorses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harpsnhorses.blogspot.com/feeds/1722931555672134291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=453158602556027813&amp;postID=1722931555672134291' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/453158602556027813/posts/default/1722931555672134291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/453158602556027813/posts/default/1722931555672134291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harpsnhorses.blogspot.com/2008/09/novgorod.html' title='Novgorod'/><author><name>Сара Повoловна</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15233114670228872028</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4K5-BK4I3CY/SJ_ELrIMLcI/AAAAAAAAAAU/kxHXg8dK5i0/s1600-R/GOLDGOLDGOLD.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4K5-BK4I3CY/SM9le4LTWSI/AAAAAAAAADk/YYynCCW8q_c/s72-c/DSCN0403.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-453158602556027813.post-8552625797370976859</id><published>2008-09-15T06:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-15T06:38:14.357-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Gypsy cab</title><content type='html'>Today I took my first gypsy cab ride.  In Russia there are many different types of public transportation not in America.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Metro – There are maybe five or six different metro lines in St. Petersburg .  The metro stops running at midnight and at 11:55 PM everyone races in and tries to get into the metro.  There are metro cards, but mostly everyone uses tokens. Also, the metro stations are extremely beautiful.  Marble walls, gold detailing, even statues.  But it is prohibited to take pictures inside of the metro.  Otherwise, the militsia will escort you away. . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marshrutka – This is like a public taxi.  This is a van that has a set route, which you can see on the map.  However, there are no set stops for this bus.  So if you want to get on, you have to hail the bus like you would a taxi.  But when you get in there are many other people on there.  When you want to get off, you have to yell to the driver to stop.  I have not tried this alone yet because I am afraid I will be stuck on it forever.  Also, when you get on you pass your money to the front and the passengers pass your money back to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gypsy Cab – Real cabs in St. Petersburg are very expensive and need to be called in advance.  Most people use gypsy cabs.  A gypsy cab is a regular car with a regular person that just wants to make some extra money.  So if you want a ride, you hold your hand down low and a regular car will pull over.  Then you have to negotiate the price.  Once you settle on a price, you enjoy the ride.  However convenient these seem, they are not very safe.  A woman should never get into a gypsy cab alone at night.  And one should also never enter a gypsy cab if there is already another person in the cab.&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;St. Petersburg also has busses, trams, trolleybuses, and electrichkas; which are all some type of glorified bus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my gypsy cab ride, when I went to get in the door was stuck and it had to be opened from the inside.  Then when it came time to get out, the handle fell off in my hand!  However, I did make it safely home with my friend Anna.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/453158602556027813-8552625797370976859?l=harpsnhorses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harpsnhorses.blogspot.com/feeds/8552625797370976859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=453158602556027813&amp;postID=8552625797370976859' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/453158602556027813/posts/default/8552625797370976859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/453158602556027813/posts/default/8552625797370976859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harpsnhorses.blogspot.com/2008/09/gypsy-cab.html' title='Gypsy cab'/><author><name>Сара Повoловна</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15233114670228872028</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4K5-BK4I3CY/SJ_ELrIMLcI/AAAAAAAAAAU/kxHXg8dK5i0/s1600-R/GOLDGOLDGOLD.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-453158602556027813.post-7913501898957343065</id><published>2008-09-15T06:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-15T06:43:26.770-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pictures of the Apartment</title><content type='html'>A friend let me borrow their camera for a few days.  So here are the only pictures I have...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the many apartment buildings:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4K5-BK4I3CY/SM5mTTiCt0I/AAAAAAAAACc/8A4aD4VeJgw/s1600-h/Russia+019.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4K5-BK4I3CY/SM5mTTiCt0I/AAAAAAAAACc/8A4aD4VeJgw/s320/Russia+019.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246243097779812162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My old kitchen:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4K5-BK4I3CY/SM5l8k4F5xI/AAAAAAAAACU/zO8kN9UZsEA/s1600-h/Russia+011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4K5-BK4I3CY/SM5l8k4F5xI/AAAAAAAAACU/zO8kN9UZsEA/s320/Russia+011.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246242707298707218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The couch that I used to sleep on:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4K5-BK4I3CY/SM5lnuwYtUI/AAAAAAAAACM/V1HLbCqFL98/s1600-h/Russia+056.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4K5-BK4I3CY/SM5lnuwYtUI/AAAAAAAAACM/V1HLbCqFL98/s320/Russia+056.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246242349173486914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The view from outside my (old) window:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4K5-BK4I3CY/SM5kozFcYtI/AAAAAAAAAB8/f9ocyE8CHDY/s1600-h/Russia+001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4K5-BK4I3CY/SM5kozFcYtI/AAAAAAAAAB8/f9ocyE8CHDY/s320/Russia+001.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246241268003791570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Part of my old room:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4K5-BK4I3CY/SM5lRy0G-II/AAAAAAAAACE/UHP9h33H_Rk/s1600-h/Russia+060.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4K5-BK4I3CY/SM5lRy0G-II/AAAAAAAAACE/UHP9h33H_Rk/s320/Russia+060.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246241972305721474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/453158602556027813-7913501898957343065?l=harpsnhorses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harpsnhorses.blogspot.com/feeds/7913501898957343065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=453158602556027813&amp;postID=7913501898957343065' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/453158602556027813/posts/default/7913501898957343065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/453158602556027813/posts/default/7913501898957343065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harpsnhorses.blogspot.com/2008/09/pictures-of-apartment.html' title='Pictures of the Apartment'/><author><name>Сара Повoловна</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15233114670228872028</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4K5-BK4I3CY/SJ_ELrIMLcI/AAAAAAAAAAU/kxHXg8dK5i0/s1600-R/GOLDGOLDGOLD.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4K5-BK4I3CY/SM5mTTiCt0I/AAAAAAAAACc/8A4aD4VeJgw/s72-c/Russia+019.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-453158602556027813.post-1513516812372935918</id><published>2008-09-15T06:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-07T08:37:21.526-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Living Arrangements</title><content type='html'>I have finally been moved!  Last Tuesday at 10:30 PM Sergei and Irina Borisovna showed up at my apartment to help me move.  However, the only night that the elevator doesn’t work happens to be the night that I have to move.  So I lugged my heavy suitcase, backpack and some odds and ends down nine flights of stairs.  Which really meant that I pushed my suitcase down a flight, then picked it up, and then pushed it down again.  When I finally got to the bottom, I could hear Sergei and Irina Borisovna calling to me to let them in to help.  However, when I was in the middle of the apartment building I couldn’t hear them!  Sergei said that luggage was not for woman’s hands, it was for man’s hands.  I am okay with this philosophy.&lt;br /&gt;I now live on Vasilevsky Island.  This is an older part of St. Petersburg that was included in the original design scheme of Peter himself.  There are many cafes, restaurants, and clothing stores near where I live.  There is also a park and a fitness center.  Also, I live near another student so I do not have to come home alone every night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My new host family consists of one woman named Irina Victorevna.  She is about 50 – 60 years old and has two grown children and grandchildren.  One of her daughters lives in St. Petersburg with her family.  The other daughter lives in London with her own family.  Irina Victorevna asks a lot of personal questions and loves to watch t.v. all day long.  She thinks many things about me are extremely strange and I get the impression she thinks I am a dunce.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She spent last weekend at the dacha.  75% of all Russians have dachas, so there are many different kinds (dilapidated, well built, in the middle).  Her dacha is in the forest and she picks mushrooms and berries.   She makes a jam out of the berries and apples that she picks every Sunday.  Tonight for dinner I had some of her delicious mushrooms.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/453158602556027813-1513516812372935918?l=harpsnhorses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harpsnhorses.blogspot.com/feeds/1513516812372935918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=453158602556027813&amp;postID=1513516812372935918' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/453158602556027813/posts/default/1513516812372935918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/453158602556027813/posts/default/1513516812372935918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harpsnhorses.blogspot.com/2008/09/living-arrangements.html' title='Living Arrangements'/><author><name>Сара Повoловна</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15233114670228872028</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4K5-BK4I3CY/SJ_ELrIMLcI/AAAAAAAAAAU/kxHXg8dK5i0/s1600-R/GOLDGOLDGOLD.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-453158602556027813.post-9183212675947558135</id><published>2008-09-09T01:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-09T01:30:19.670-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Serious Guns</title><content type='html'>I went to the mall yesterday in my attempt to fit in with the culture here.  If someone looks only slightly different, people will stare for long, long, long periods of time.  For example, I have some white sneakers.  Russians don't wear sneakers.  Every time I wear these shoes, I can see people eyes start at my face and gaze all the way down to my shoes and just stare at the shoes.  So I went to the mall; I don't like being stared at.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The mall (called "Grand Canyon") was very large.  It was about 80% female clothing/shoe stores.  All of the female clothing stores basically sold the same exact styles in the same price range.  There were many shoe stores also.  But every shoe store had the same exact shoes as the last store, which slight variances in price.  Now I know how Russians all get to look the same.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Leaving the mall I saw a little market set up by the metro.  People were selling used socks, pantyhose, underwear, clothes.  There were also fake guns, tools, and a lot of mushrooms.  I tried to buy a large t-shirt that said 'River Rafting' with weird 80s cartoons, but the woman wouldn't bargain with me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I did end up buying a pair of shoes at a store.  However, in order to buy the shoes I needed to show my passport.  Russians have two types of passports.  An internal passport used within the country and an external passport used when they travel around the world.  Russians need to carry their internal passport on them every single day (as the police can stop them at any time and "request" to see their documents).  In this passport it has all types of information.  The town you were born, where you work, name and age of spouse, name and ages of children, everything.  As a foreigner I am no exception and am required to keep my passport on me at all times.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today on my way to school I saw a large group of soldiers from Somali walking down the street.  I saw them last week also.  Near where my bus picks me up I also saw another van.  Hiding inside of the van was a man with an AK-47 looking quite the mafia type.  Regular criminals on the street don't have guns here.  But when someone has a gun, it's a Serious Gun.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In my attempt to stay safe, I have decided to use my hand sanitizer spray as a pseudo mace.  Yesterday a man was definately following me.  I decided to take my hand sanitizer out and swing it from my hand to try to make it look like mace.  I think it worked because he backed off after he thought I had mace.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm being safe, I promise.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/453158602556027813-9183212675947558135?l=harpsnhorses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harpsnhorses.blogspot.com/feeds/9183212675947558135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=453158602556027813&amp;postID=9183212675947558135' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/453158602556027813/posts/default/9183212675947558135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/453158602556027813/posts/default/9183212675947558135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harpsnhorses.blogspot.com/2008/09/serious-guns.html' title='Serious Guns'/><author><name>Сара Повoловна</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15233114670228872028</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4K5-BK4I3CY/SJ_ELrIMLcI/AAAAAAAAAAU/kxHXg8dK5i0/s1600-R/GOLDGOLDGOLD.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-453158602556027813.post-7943675443271770592</id><published>2008-09-01T05:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-01T05:59:35.335-07:00</updated><title type='text'>First Day of School!</title><content type='html'>Today was the first day of school.  In Russia, September 1 is a holiday.  On this day all of the school children bring flowers to their teachers. So I saw a lot of flowers on the metro. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My campus is beautiful.  I will try to put pictures up once I have a camera that works. My classes are in the Smolny Campus of St. Petersburg State University. Next to my building is the beautiful Smolny Cathedral. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Riding the metro to the campus was crazy! I thought I knew how to handle city rush hour, I have been in New York's rush hour and I take the train every day during Chicago's rush hour. But Russia's rush hour is insane.  There were probably 500 people pushing hard to get down one tiny escalator. I thought I was going to be trampled! It was like that at every station that I had to transfer at.  The other interesting thing about the metro is how deep it is.  When you get into the metro, you ride the escalator down to the train.  The escalator goes so fast and is extremely steep.  It probably takes about 10 minutes to ride the escalator down, whereas in Chicago it takes maybe one or two minutes to walk down the stairs. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other thing that has surprised me is how cold it is.  Everyday it gets colder and colder.  From the day I got here it was chilly. Everyday since then has been getting progressively colder.  Today I believe it was 0 degress Celsius in the morning. In other words, very cold. And it is only just September!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The women here all look like supermodels (the young women that is).  All the women wear very heels, tight and revealing clothing, a lot of makeup, and most have very very long straight hair.  I have heard the women dress up more because they feel there is a small number of good men in their city and they must do as much as they can to attract men. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow I will go to the Peter and Paul Fortress.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/453158602556027813-7943675443271770592?l=harpsnhorses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harpsnhorses.blogspot.com/feeds/7943675443271770592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=453158602556027813&amp;postID=7943675443271770592' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/453158602556027813/posts/default/7943675443271770592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/453158602556027813/posts/default/7943675443271770592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harpsnhorses.blogspot.com/2008/09/first-day-of-school.html' title='First Day of School!'/><author><name>Сара Повoловна</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15233114670228872028</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4K5-BK4I3CY/SJ_ELrIMLcI/AAAAAAAAAAU/kxHXg8dK5i0/s1600-R/GOLDGOLDGOLD.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-453158602556027813.post-4106838867866538560</id><published>2008-08-31T05:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-31T05:20:14.485-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Russia is Hard</title><content type='html'>Hello Everyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am in Russia and am (sort of) safe.  I spent the first few days in orientation in a resort town in Repino, Russia.  There I saw the Gulf of Finland.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that I made it to St. Petersburg to my homestay.  I live in a very sad place.  There are thousands and thousands of soviet style apartment buildings all over Russia.  I live in one of those.  The only businesses around are at the bottom of the apartment buildings.  There are also not many sidewalks, only dirt and parking lots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are a lot of packs of dogs that have ringworm.  I am not going to play with the dogs.  No one here speaks English.  No one.  It is very difficult to get by not being able to understand a lot of Russian. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have asked to move my homestay because it is so far from the city.  It is a long ride on the metro and in order to get to school by 9:00 AM I will have to transfer two lines.  Also, it is not safe to go home alone if you are a female.  No other students live near me and someone tried to accost me the other night.  Hopefully I will be in a safer place soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last of all, my camera is broken.  Of course.  My computer has broken (don't even ask), my camera is broken, and my homestay is not working out.  This only makes sense, of course.  If I am in Russia, everything needs to not work.  This is life.  Also, my english has become very poor.  After I leave, I will speak broken English and broken Russian.  Please do not mind.  Two languages (spoken poorly) is better than one.  Right? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until the next post ...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/453158602556027813-4106838867866538560?l=harpsnhorses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harpsnhorses.blogspot.com/feeds/4106838867866538560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=453158602556027813&amp;postID=4106838867866538560' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/453158602556027813/posts/default/4106838867866538560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/453158602556027813/posts/default/4106838867866538560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harpsnhorses.blogspot.com/2008/08/russia-is-hard.html' title='Russia is Hard'/><author><name>Сара Повoловна</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15233114670228872028</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4K5-BK4I3CY/SJ_ELrIMLcI/AAAAAAAAAAU/kxHXg8dK5i0/s1600-R/GOLDGOLDGOLD.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-453158602556027813.post-757185780520947833</id><published>2008-08-25T22:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-25T22:21:29.798-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sauna'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='banya'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='America'/><title type='text'>Goodbye Old, Hello New! ... Where's my something blue?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Today is my last day in the U.S.A.  I had my last sauna in Michigan and swam in the lake for the last time.  From now on, I will be taking my saunas naked with other Russian women in a city banya complex.  Whatever gets you clean, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I packed up all of my suitcases today and I found the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; most wonderful invention on the planet!  SPACE BAGS! You pack all of your clothes and then it sucks the air completely out and shrinks your clothes! Now I can have variety in clothing this year.  I am very excited and impressed.  I would recommend that everyone on the planet who is traveling get space bags.  They rock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.householdinnovations.co.uk/shop/images/space-bag-before-after1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://www.householdinnovations.co.uk/shop/images/space-bag-before-after1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I am 98% positive I will be over my weight limit at the airport as well.  Lufthansa allows 100 lbs total, which is doable.  However, St. Petersburg airport only allows 77 lbs. total.  It's impossible to only bring 77 lbs. worth of things for an entire year.  So it may be a very scary checkpoint at customs ... and expensive.  Oh well, how I love my THINGS.  I am American, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of being American, my Grandmother tied cut-up Target bag pom poms on my suitcase so I could recognize them.  I think I will recognize my luggage alright, but so will every other person who hates America.  Maybe that was a bad idea ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next time I write I will be in Russia!  Or the airport if I am really bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/453158602556027813-757185780520947833?l=harpsnhorses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harpsnhorses.blogspot.com/feeds/757185780520947833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=453158602556027813&amp;postID=757185780520947833' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/453158602556027813/posts/default/757185780520947833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/453158602556027813/posts/default/757185780520947833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harpsnhorses.blogspot.com/2008/08/goodbye-old-hello-new-wheres-my.html' title='Goodbye Old, Hello New! ... Where&apos;s my something blue?'/><author><name>Сара Повoловна</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15233114670228872028</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4K5-BK4I3CY/SJ_ELrIMLcI/AAAAAAAAAAU/kxHXg8dK5i0/s1600-R/GOLDGOLDGOLD.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-453158602556027813.post-2916256462792455128</id><published>2008-08-21T21:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-21T21:25:18.743-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Leaving on a Jet Plane with Aerosmith--Powee.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;So here I am getting ready to go to Russia and I am realizing there are some very scary things I will encounter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#1 - Corrupt police&lt;br /&gt;      -Don't look them in the eye&lt;br /&gt;      -Cross street if see the police&lt;br /&gt;      -They will beat and rob you ? ? ? OH NO!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#2 - Do not drink the tap water&lt;br /&gt;-I love water. Water. Water. Water. I would love to drink water all day long. It cleans out the system and makes me feel so refreshed.&lt;br /&gt;      -How can I go ONE YEAR without water? IMPOSSIBLE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#3 - No toilet paper in public places.&lt;br /&gt;      -Does this also mean I cannot buy toilet paper in stores?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#4 - Drug resistant TB.&lt;br /&gt;      -Hello Death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#5 - Winter Walking.&lt;br /&gt;-Women wear high heeled boots in the winter. I will definitely trip and break my leg/foot/ankle walking on the ice. Plus I have weak ankles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#6 - Smoking is everywhere.&lt;br /&gt;-My doctor gave me an inhaler after developing mild asthma after being around too much smoke. Now I will be the dork in the corner with the inhaler at a club.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#7 - No friends.&lt;br /&gt;       -See the above.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all, we will see how it goes.  I'm going to be a Beast of Strength if I can survive all of the above!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/453158602556027813-2916256462792455128?l=harpsnhorses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harpsnhorses.blogspot.com/feeds/2916256462792455128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=453158602556027813&amp;postID=2916256462792455128' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/453158602556027813/posts/default/2916256462792455128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/453158602556027813/posts/default/2916256462792455128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harpsnhorses.blogspot.com/2008/08/leaving-on-jet-plane-with-aerosmith.html' title='Leaving on a Jet Plane with Aerosmith--Powee.'/><author><name>Сара Повoловна</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15233114670228872028</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4K5-BK4I3CY/SJ_ELrIMLcI/AAAAAAAAAAU/kxHXg8dK5i0/s1600-R/GOLDGOLDGOLD.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-453158602556027813.post-8601940436938281899</id><published>2008-08-10T22:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-10T23:02:57.423-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Instruments</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;My Favorite Instrument&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;HARP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4K5-BK4I3CY/SJ_RIxI0CbI/AAAAAAAAAA8/xOC0Cyr21rI/s1600-h/Picture+043.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4K5-BK4I3CY/SJ_RIxI0CbI/AAAAAAAAAA8/xOC0Cyr21rI/s320/Picture+043.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233131240587266482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4K5-BK4I3CY/SJ_Qx7G4_dI/AAAAAAAAAA0/GWhgVYYQ61U/s1600-h/Picture+041.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4K5-BK4I3CY/SJ_Qx7G4_dI/AAAAAAAAAA0/GWhgVYYQ61U/s320/Picture+041.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233130848126565842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other Top Notch Instruments:&lt;br /&gt;MELODICA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4K5-BK4I3CY/SJ_SP5r4ZsI/AAAAAAAAABE/hCfzRUAZlSo/s1600-h/Picture+025.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4K5-BK4I3CY/SJ_SP5r4ZsI/AAAAAAAAABE/hCfzRUAZlSo/s320/Picture+025.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233132462652548802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;AUTOHARP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4K5-BK4I3CY/SJ_U47ZezaI/AAAAAAAAABU/hOAwXCSOc3s/s1600-h/Picture+221.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4K5-BK4I3CY/SJ_U47ZezaI/AAAAAAAAABU/hOAwXCSOc3s/s320/Picture+221.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233135366510136738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ACCORDIAN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4K5-BK4I3CY/SJ_VsahtMAI/AAAAAAAAABc/2j2ISZmOEos/s1600-h/Picture+085.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4K5-BK4I3CY/SJ_VsahtMAI/AAAAAAAAABc/2j2ISZmOEos/s320/Picture+085.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233136251039461378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/453158602556027813-8601940436938281899?l=harpsnhorses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harpsnhorses.blogspot.com/feeds/8601940436938281899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=453158602556027813&amp;postID=8601940436938281899' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/453158602556027813/posts/default/8601940436938281899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/453158602556027813/posts/default/8601940436938281899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harpsnhorses.blogspot.com/2008/08/instruments.html' title='Instruments'/><author><name>Сара Повoловна</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15233114670228872028</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4K5-BK4I3CY/SJ_ELrIMLcI/AAAAAAAAAAU/kxHXg8dK5i0/s1600-R/GOLDGOLDGOLD.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4K5-BK4I3CY/SJ_RIxI0CbI/AAAAAAAAAA8/xOC0Cyr21rI/s72-c/Picture+043.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
