The Past

The past is a fiction designed to account for the discrepancy between my immediate physical sensations and my state of mind.

Home in NJ

Home in NJ
That's good tea ...

Guitar

Guitar

Hair

Hair
My hair before I cut it all off

Saturday, June 12, 2010

The trip to St. Petersburg was a lifechanging expierience. It is the most beautiful city I have ever seen. It is actually a little bit ridiculous sometimes--every building is a beautiful piece of history and culture. I was being bludgeoned over the head by beauty the entire time, without rest. Even the drug stores and everyday shops are museum-like castles. There is too much to say in one blog post or even two or three, and I don't want to write four so I will sum up a lot:
The Hermitage
The Canal full of boats running through the heart of the city
The palaces and museums (these two are often hard to distunguish)
The majestic churches which are actually to good for description
Walking though the streets and being able to look any direction and see a stunning building, fountain or garden

I could talk about the wonders of St. Petersburg for days. I have so much to say that I fear beginning in earnest because I don't know if I could stop.

I took about five hundred photographs, I can't describe them, I think that the beauty of this city can only be understood by being there. As I said, St. Petersburg was life changing, and it has frustrated my attempts to describe it.
This probably sounds rushed. It is . We have no internet at home so I am using the mcdonalds internet in cheboksary. The internet there is terrible and it could time out at any second. Therefore I must be economic with time.

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