St. Petersburg, part 1

 My first impression of St. Petersburg, Russia, was anything but grand.  As we slowly moved up the Neva River, everything smelled like decay and diesel, and the scenery was anything but scenic.

 Our dock was reassigned from a usual cruise ship spot to something much closer to town.  We didn't know this at the time, but wow.  It may not look beautiful, but we were minutes away from the old city's charm...I mean opulence.

 This was the view from the Terrace Cafe, from the stern of the ship.  All cranes, everywhere.

 But then, there in the distance?  What is that catching the sun?  I zoomed in with my camera, and wow!  This is the dome of a church that survived the Soviets.  How did it survive, when most churches were torn down?  It was used as an ice skating rink.  seriously.  An ice skating rink.

We signed up for a "Highlights of St. Petersburg" tour.  But first, we had to go through immigration.  We can now verify that Russian officials have a stereotype for a reason.  One cute little blonde female did NOT like me, and at one point (I came across her 3 times!) I thought she would have slapped me, had there not been a protective glass between us.  She did rise up out of her seat to bark at me.

 The first stop on our bus tour was a park across from The Hermitage.  Can you say, "Photo op?"  They say that St. Petersburg has 305 days of rain or snow, and only 60 days without.  We were very lucky to see some blue skies during our three days.

Hubby was big on selfies for this trip, though his choices I found to be a bit curious.  In this one, I convinced him to let me shift, because originally that communist lighthouse was coming out of the top of my head.  Then again, I do have some sort of antenna protruding - his tuft is just hair.

Our next stop was St. Isaac's Cathedral, which is flanked by The Astoria (where US Presidents stay when visiting St. Petersburg) and The Lotte (where the US purchased Alaska from Russia).

 There was also a statue, in the middle of the plaza.  Directly in back of me was bus parking for dozens of buses.  DOZENS.  I stopped to take this picture of costumed players - they were everywhere in St Petersburg - and when I did, hubby disappeared.  poof!

 He's done that to me before, in England.  And elsewhere.  But this time?  Instead of staying put, I hightailed it back to the bus.  I knew we had just minutes to board, and I hoped he would do the same thing.  Turned out he'd gone back to the bus without me - and then returned to look for me, but by a different route.  Long story.  Pretty scary.

The next stop was the Church of the Spilled Blood.  This is probably the most famous of the Russian churches, and it reminded me of Disneyland.  It was built on the spot where Alexander II was assassinated.  To me one of the saddest things about Russian history is that this church was built and named after the spilled blood of Christ.  But when the communists came to power, they erased religion, and it became common knowledge that it was named for the spilled blood of the tsar.

 It is beautiful from every angle, a monument to Russian church architecture.  If I understood our guide correctly, they have never held a church service inside.

There was a street mall behind the church, and I really wanted to shop, but we'd been repeatedly warned not to purchase anything from street vendors.  "Don't pull out your wallet, don't show that you have money, be very careful, pick pockets are EVERYWHERE."  The only other country that gave us such warnings was Denmark.

We did not purchase, but I did take a picture:

 Our last stop of the bus tour was to St. Peter and Paul Cathedral.  Of course we took another selfie.  We were not looking our best.  While we were waiting in line, there was a quartet of musicians playing from the arched window you can see above the entrance.  When it hit the top of the hour, they stopped playing and the glockenspiel began.  It was lovely.  Apparently they have free outdoor concerts here all summer long.

 St Peter and Paul Cathedral is where all of the tsars are buried.  The interior was completely unexpected.  We were told, "If it looks like gold, it is gold."  There was a LOT of gold inside this structure.

 Interestingly enough, the pillars are painted to look like marble.  That's how they got the green and pink.  Apparently when the cathedral was built, it was more expensive to paint something to look like marble, than to actually build with the real thing. 

 Our morning tour came to a close, and it was time to return to the ship to prepare for our evening tour.  I don't know if you can tell, but the immigration/customs building is floating alongside our ship.  Apparently it is portable.  Quite clever, actually.  Then again, maybe this is a common occurrence?  I haven't done much cruising, so I do not know.

I hope I am not boring you with my pictures.  I took literally thousands, so it's a challenge to pick the highlights.

Estonia

Have you ever heard of Estonia?  Do you know where it is?  Could you find it on a map?  I'll give you a hint.  It has been part of Sweden, Denmark and Russia, among others. In 1917, when Russian Tsar Nicolas II stepped down from power, Estonia became a free country for the first time in who knows how long.  Their freedom was short-lived, as when WWII came to an end, they were awarded to Stalin...a horrific illustration of that trite phrase, "To the victor goes the spoils."  In 1991, when the USSR disbanded, Estonia once again became a free country.  And they LOVE their freedom.  We were there the day before the 26th anniversary of their declaration of independence from Russia.  There was a party brewing, and flags were flying EVERYWHERE.

 The shoreline emerged from the fog, and as we moved to dock, the view of sailboats and seagulls could have been taken anywhere.   I guess somethings are universal.

 We took a bus ride to the old town center, driving past this museum.  They will not forget.

 I don't remember the name of this church, but I do remember that the domes were not called onion domes.  Our guide referred to them as "holy flames." 

The streets were beautiful, lined with buildings painted in bright cheery colors.

 Even the shortcuts, through areas not yet renovated, were quite colorful.  Apparently when Peter the Great saw Tallin, the town we toured, he wished he'd chosen this spot to build his city, rather than St. Petersburg.  We heard that he vacationed here a lot.

 There were a lot of turrets in Tallin, something I did not notice in any other ports of call.

The view of the city was breathtaking.  If you click on the photo, you might be able to see our ship (middle one of three) in the center background.

 We left the town and headed to the country.  There, we saw a restored manor house, that has been under restoration for the past 22 years.  The owners live in the home, and give tours to help finance their restoration.  I was thrilled when we were led upstairs to tour the Lady of the manor's craft studio.

 She had quilt tops hung everywhere, in preparation for the next day's festivities.

 Her studio was so large, the full-size loom had plenty of space.  It is not for display, she weaves regularly.

They also do wool work in her studio.  I believe they said she teaches classes.

 We left the manor house, to tour a dairy farm and cheese factory in a neighboring community.  Estonian cows keep their horns, and eat clover.

 Hubby, the cow vet, was in his element.

 Look at that grin!  Seeing the cows helped ease the homesickness of missing too many days of work.

And finally, I'll leave you with this street musician.  He was singing American songs.  I think he was belting out Bob Dylan when I took this picture.  Everyone speaks English, so he probably knew what he was singing about.  He was certainly enjoying himself, no doubt about it.

That evening, we pulled out and headed to St. Petersburg, Russia.  I was sad to leave Estonia behind, but so very glad that I had a chance to visit this remarkable country. I hope for their sakes, that hope and freedom will continue to reign in their land.

Bon Voyage

Shortly after I wrote my last post, my husband and I hopped on a plane and headed to Europe.  We'd signed up for a cruise called "Baltic Treasures" through UCDavis "Aggie Adventures."  We didn't know what to expect, and frankly, I wasn't overly excited about the trip.  I really hate to fly, and didn't think the cruise would be worth the flights there and back.  I was so wrong!  What a wonderful experience!  Each day brought us to a new country, with the exception of three days spent in St. Petersburg, Russia.  wow.  Just, wow.

Day1 - Stockholm, Sweden, and introduction to our ship.

We landed in Stockholm before 8am, and by the time we were through Customs, I was dead on my feet.  I do not sleep on planes, even if it's for HOURS on end.  Five hours from LAX to New Jersey, another 8 or 9 hours to Stockholm.  I stumbled out of the airport and into our bus for a three hour pre-cruise tour of Stockholm.

This is the only picture worth sharing from the bus tour.  It was pouring rain, and I was too tired to get out of the bus more than once.  Our guide was a cute little girl, who took us through the hipster part of town, singing its praises.  She envies the Latte Mamas and Sourdough Papas who are able to pop out babies at the expense of the government.  Catchy nicknames, but not within the realms of my reality. 

 This shipyard could be seen from our veranda, once we were assigned to our cabin.

 This was our cabin, #6079.  It was our home for 13 days.  I really miss Weilynn, who made my bed every morning, and turned down the covers and left chocolate every evening.  She was absolutely delightful!

 Here we are, dressed and ready for the muster drill.  I'd forgotten about this, but you have to do it on every cruise.  Note the tired eyes.  We'd gotten up at 3am Thursday morning, and this picture was taken around 4pm Friday afternoon.  There was a big time change in there somewhere, but no sleep for me.  so tired.

 Hubby was pretty excited about the trip.  He'd been planning it for almost a year.  It took place during his birthday week.  He can hardly contain himself.

 Here he is on our private veranda, as we begin to leave Stockholm.

 There were dozens of islands with tiny houses all along the inlets as we left port.

 I spotted a flock of water fowl, but had no idea what they might be.  They were quite a distance from our ship.

 The super-zoom lens on my camera was able to show me that they were swans.  This was my first time to see wild swans.  Beautiful!

The last couple of pictures that I took in Sweden were of cute little boathouses along the water's edge.

 Some matched the houses they belonged to, others were independent gems.

By the time we got to this point, it was time for dinner and then a collapse into bed.  The next day we woke up in Estonia, ready to begin our marvelous adventure.

Still At It

I will conquer this.  I will.  I will.  I think I can, I think I can.
This was the second guest bedroom, where my granddaughter stays when she comes to visit.  I'd been dumping things in there, as I've cleaned the other rooms.  In reality, this was not as bad as it looks.

 This is the after.  I need to decide what quilts to put on the wall.

 I also worked on part of the closet.  That is a job for another day.  What does one do with 100's of VHS movies?  I've yet to decide.

I did not finish my BOTV desk.  I took a picture, but I'm not sure what I did with it.  The good news is that the rooms were clean enough to welcome my daughter and granddaughter for a quick visit.

 She was happy to find both the Barbies and the pool in working condition.  :)

The reason she was here was to go to a baby shower for her cousin-to-be.  I don't think I've ever been to a shower when the baby received more than one quilt.  This baby received THREE!!

I believe the first quilt was made by my daughter-in-law's great aunts.  The first child from each generation receives a quilt with this pattern.  This is the fourth generation.  Most have had pink sashing...and been given to boys.  Maybe that's why they went with purple.  Just in case the ultrasound is wrong.

 This quilt was made by our DIL's mother's mother.  (That is her mother in the picture, with her.)  Cute quilt.  I did not realize that she came from a family of quilters!

 This Grandmother's Fan is the quilt I gave her.  No, I haven't had time to quilt lately.  But back in the late 90's, when I did have time, I listened to my quiltie friends who advised me, "Make quilts for your grandbabies when you have time.  When they get here?  You'll be too busy to be able to get one done in time."  Excellent advice, which I am oh, so glad I heeded!

And, other than that?  It's back to trying to regain lost ground in the room I loosely refer to as The Studio.  Goals have been pushed back yet again, but they still exist.  Which is a good thing.  A very good thing.

Happy Quilting!

Cleaning House

So, back in June...WAY back in June...I tried clearing out the Studio, so that I could "get organized."  What happened was that the bulk of the contents were moved into the guest room, which I renamed "The Annex."

For the past two months, I have been trying to sort/slog through the mess in The Annex, find a place for everything, and put everything in its place.  To refresh your memory, it looked like this:

Look carefully.  If you don't, you're liable to miss all kinds of things, like the stacks of bins in front of the window seat, etc., etc.  And this is just 3/4 of the room.  You cannot see the things in front of the closet, or in the closet.

Fast forward to this past week.  My youngest son is talking of having a yard sale in September.  This used to be his room, when he lived here.  The closet was still full of his belongings.  I cleared the room enough to reach the closet.  The piles that were once in this room are now different piles in the living room (for the yard sale). The Annex has reverted to The Guest Room.

 The bed is cleared off, and accessible.  Nothing is blocking the bookshelves, the bottom of which are filled with children's books.

 Even the closet is clean, though it may be filled with quilting paraphernalia.

 And, just so you know I'm not joking, here is the other side of the closet.  See?  Amazing!!

Okay, so maybe I did not show you that I have two tables stashed behind that design wall, and I did  leave the Tiara right there, front and center.

And maybe I took the last few (several) piles back to The Studio. It was going to end up in there anyway.  Here's how it looks today:

 I guess the good news is that it is once again a working Studio.  I was in there, working, all of yesterday afternoon. 

As of now, I have no work to show you, but I've been setting goals, and might actually meet one this year.  Goals are good!