The Day

The day our prolonged period of traveling ends. We’ll go back to living somewhere. It’s still abroad, but it’s living instead of traveling. It’s putting down our backpacks, actually unpacking, and putting the bags away. It’s being still. It’s working hard at something (besides perpetually moving). It’s back to cooking. It’s back to routine (as much as teaching at Orkeeswa can be a routine; there’s an endless amount of surprises and spontaneity).

We have a few hours until we have to jump on the subway to Paveletsky train station where we’ll catch the Aeroexpress train to Domodedovo International Airport. At the moment I’m sitting in a small park near the apartment we stayed at for four days. A statue of a Russian poet looks over me. Scott’s gone to the money exchange to get the last bit of roubles we’ll need to exit Russia.