Russian banya

My weekend was spent in the charming village of Zhiguliovsk, nestled between the Volga and the Zhiguli mountains (hills to us, but never mind). It’s always a joy to spend time with my friends, Katya and Sasha and watch their family grow and thrive. Their lives are a true miracle. You can catch up if you want to here and here. This time, I thought you’d enjoy seeing some pictures of winter in a Russian village, where the roads to the homes aren’t plowed, the drifts grow tall, and the backyard banya beckons. Hope you are enjoying my adventure.  Sometimes…