I’ve been back in the USSR – so to speak – for less than 48 hours and am already ready to be in my own bed. Seven more days to go so that’s not a great sign.
I am pleased with our apartment however. It is very quaint and right in the heart of the city. From the street side, it looks like magnificent. From the entrance/alley side, less so. It was advertised as having an external entrance and lobby. The “entrance” is a chip-activated door leading from the alley parking. The “lobby” is a 3’x3′ stoop with mail slots. We are on the fifth floor and there is a working elevator so I won’t complain. The elevator is one of these delicate things that is exactly big enough for me, Prince Charming and the baby. If we stand sideways.
Ensconced in our home for a week, we have two separate bedrooms, a living room, a decent kitchen and a bathroom. We also have free wi-fi, a local phone, and an international phone with unlimited long-distance calling. Best of all we have a washer so we were able to pack fairly light and will wash clothes regularly.
When I booked the apartment online, there was an option to pre-purchase some grocery items to have the refrigerator stocked when we arrived. Believing at that time that Sophie would be accompanying us (another story), I went ahead and placed a small order so we would have something for that first night and first breakfast:
1 loaf wheat bread, 1 loaf plain bread, 1 cheese (Gouda or similar), 1 salami, 3 small vanilla yogurts 1 liter of grape juice, 1 liter of milk, 2 apples, 2 bananas and 10 eggs.
Fifty-three bucks to cover a few meals seemed like a good idea. And it was. Except for the cheese.
I love cheese. Yellow, white, young, aged, hard, soft – I love it all. Except Swiss. I hate Swiss cheese. Bet you can guess what is in my refrigerator here. That’s right. Approximately TWO POUNDS OF SWISS CHEESE! I imagine the cleaning lady will be thrilled to empty the refrigerator when we move out.
IF she likes Swiss cheese, that is.