Enjoyed waking up to the smell of rain and refreshed from a full night sleep. Get 99% caught up with uploading footage to hard drives - Yay!
Tried to get 2 burger combos from McDonald's at the mall and somehow end up with 3 Big Macs? (yeah I know McDonald's is not exactly Russian cuisine but we only had 30 minutes to eat and can only order by pointing to things).
Martynov played the piano during rehearsal - another teary-eyed moment - absolutely soul soaring beauty in every note. His wife, who is also the lead and 1st violinist of the orchestra, is a fierce fierce woman with eyes of fire - LOVE her.
Walked through central Moscow to Red Square, a super fast 2 hour walking tour guided by Greenwave assistant Timur who is a wealthy of knowledge on all things Moscow. Joe got beauty shots of landmarks - wish we could have spent the whole day exploring the area and it's rich history. Note to self: walking briskly for 2 hours carrying all our gear sucks ASS - but my honey bought me a tiny pin of Chekov :) St. Basil's cathedral is just as beautiful as I imagined - like a Russian castle made of candy.
Huun Huur Tu played a gig at a Russian nightclub - our first time hearing them acoustic live - to a PACKED room. Beautifully haunting, but at times playful, it really is magical music.
I discovered I am decidedly too old to be in a crowded smoke-filled club for more than an hour, and that I am SSSSOOOOOOOO over cigarettes. Also discovered that I do not do well in environments where I don't speak the language. I just plain don't like it - though I am mastering the art of the sheepish smile as I say "English?" Pretty sure it's the inability to be independent that bothers me the most.
Standing around with no place to sit after a grueling day on my feet (and walking all over Moscow for 2 hrs) makes Celeste tired and cranky. Right hip joint and low back screaming "I wanna go home!" A word of advise: if you are ever in a Russian crowd - don't be polite - just push you way to where you want to go - they are not subtle folks.
In Russia, any car that stops on the street when you wave it down is a (gypsy) cab. No signs - nothing. Grateful to be in a taxi back to the hotel until we get lost somewhere close to the hotel. Get out and walk YET AGAIN. Did I mention how much I love walking with all our gear?
Return to hotel after midnight and door is locked again. "sweatpants and flip flops" answers the door in the same manner as last time: feet dragging and resentful. He hates us. At least this time there was another guy in front of us waiting to get in.
SO SO tired. And it's only day 2.
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At least the camera assistant doesn't have to haul lights! That's what I did all weekend... think I'm as pooped as you guys. Keep the posts coming Celeste!
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