Hats off to Jason for recapping roughly 947 hours of non-stop action, and making it look easy. It was every bit as fun as it all sounded. Thanks again to Mom and Dad for making the long trip out here, and for being so great to travel with. And for giving birth to me. I really appreciate it.
Also, for those who assume that married folks don't continue discovering new things about each other—not so. For instance, I learned last week that my husband knows how to read Cyrillic. Admittedly, this sort of thing doesn't come up often, but I was surprised, nonetheless. Fellow Jason fans will probably have the same reaction I did: shock ... appreciation ... and an uncontrollable desire to ridicule him. I should be used to the vastness of his knowledge inventory by now, but even I am caught off guard at times. Unlike some of his other superhuman skills, this one came in quite handy in St. Petersburg. The locals may not have liked us, but we could still find our way to the Кофе Хауз unattended.
And now, the grocery store adventures continue ...
Part of the fun of being a vegetarian is hunting for soy-based products that pretend to be meat. Kind of like being a nudist shopping for clothes made out of Silly Putty. What Helsinki lacks in variety, they make up for in weirdness. Take the "Vegetärs" we bought last week:
It's actually a frozen brick of tomato-basil-meat-flavored Vegetär (oddly, I couldn't find an English translation for this one) that you can mold into whatever shape you choose. Including, as the package shows, a fake meat torpedo on a big toothpick.
I found another wonderful surprise in the cereal aisle:
Chock full of Americans. And strawberries.