My friend Peter Fagan (who is, by the way, largely responsible for my ministry to Russia) once commented on the mystery of how Russian women morph – from darling little girls with huge pink bows of netting in their hair – to svelt beauties with long legs in high heels – to scarf clad grannies in thick woolen socks and combat boots. Well, Peter, here is your answer.
The CrossRoads team and I enjoyed a day of bonding in the village where we tried to catch a fish for dinner…but had no luck (we decided even the fish knew it was TOO COLD to be anywhere but inside the warm banya hut.) So that’s where we stayed too! Tanya says I post too many stories and pictures about food (is she right? – you can be honest with me). So no food pictures this time. And no banya pictures either – that wouldn’t be, well, appropriate, would it? But – hooray for Natasha Ivanovna and her husband, Victor, who persisted over 3 years and finally are enjoying the fruits (or should I say the steam) of their labors. Truly a place of respite and comfort. I enjoyed it SO much. Thank you, CrossRoads, for a wonderful day!