We would write this as ulitsa Akademika Komarova. It’s my building number.
Here’s our entryway. It’s pretty beat-up, but keep your mind open. Places here are not up to “American standards,” but I really like my flat and my flatmate.
So, the inside and other stuff to come later. Today I explored the park a few blocks (?) south of our flat. It’s beautiful and chock-full of the same plants as Minnesota. Heh. The Spaniard (roomie) and I are going to run there tomorrow morning.
A routine is slowly being established, which I’m finding I need greatly.
I am studying Russian and working on lessons today. I can now say with complete confidence, “I speak English. I do not speak Russian. Do you speak English? I am a tourist/English teacher/American. Where? Hello. Hi. ‘bye. Coffee. Three bananas.” Believe me, I’m working on it. It’s really frustrating for me to not be able to yap my head off in the native language!