So it isnt starbucks, and I am not even sad about it. I found a new coffee shop. And I can order in Russian. One vanilla latte please. 35 rubles, perfect. The two guys who usually take my order (well at least my last three orders..) will only talk to me in broken English however. Do I really come across that non-Russian? Yeah, I guess I do. But I am learning more and more words every day. This morning I wrote down all the words that I know and it came out to 60. Today I have 10 new words in my list that I will be working on. I try to use my Russian as much as I can, and when Brighid and I are out in public we try to speak as little English as possible. Like yesterday when we rode the bus for the first time... we watched how other people got on and paid, and just followed suit. I think we blended in the best we could (no one talks or smiles so we didnt either), and we didnt even get lost.

The weather has been beautiful since we have gotten here. Last night I looked outside into the clear night sky and thought like I have every night since I left Michigan...same moon, same stars. It is so comforting to look up and know that He is in control of everything. God made this whole earth and it seems so huge. But we all look at the same moon and that makes me feel close to you and to Him.