Since I’ve got the elevator down, I decided it was time to learn something new. Tonight’s adventure was the grocery store. Here’s a photo from my hotel room so you can see just how far I had to go. It was like two whole blocks – am I brave or what? It’s that place on the corner that starts with a “C”, and yes that is a McDonald’s sign on the side of the building. I don’t know where the McDonald’s is exactly in relationship to the sign though.

To get to the grocery store I had to cross one fairly busy street above ground, and another below ground. The underground part was pretty neat. They had some stores under there selling everything from your standard convenience store items, to souvenirs, to ladies’ unmentionables. Because you know, that’s really where women prefer to buy their delicates, in a subway-esque tunnel under a busy city street.

Anyway, I made it to the grocery store without any problems. Let me tell you, it’s a good thing I’m not a picky eater – because being in a foreign country where all the food has different packaging and nothing is in English would be really rough. Oh wait, I am a picky eater.

Yeah, I ended up with bread, crackers, peanut butter, and some cereal. Mmm, Kosmostars. I think next time I go I might brave the produce aisle (I have no idea what to do there – do you have to weigh things? Do they do it for you?). I don’t have a microwave in my room so that really limits what I can buy. I do have a small fridge though, so that’s a plus. I also have the coolest heated towel rack in the shower. Yes, I know towel racks have nothing to do with food, I just like it.

I’ll try to remember to take my camera with me when I go for groceries too, so I can get pictures of some of the products and their packaging. I’m sure no one will think I’m at all strange.

I must at least appear to know what I’m doing and where I’m going when I’m walking around. On the way back to my hotel three Russian teenagers asked me for directions. At least I think that’s what they wanted. Honestly I have no idea, I still don’t speak Russian. They could have been asking me if I was lost.

PS: Stacy, look what I found in the checkout line at the grocery store.