We live in a nice neighborhood here. Before renting out this new home, we didn't really know what to expect. In fact, a man we met on the plane told us that he didn't like the area we were headed to. (We tried to extract as much "know-how" stuff about St. Petersburg from this guy since he lives here.) He told us he didn't like it because of "weird buildings and stuff".
So we were a little apprehensive. Coming into the apartment building didn't help much, because it's solid concrete, grey, and the pipe lines are visible. I'm not complaining about them. It's just what scary movies use as their choice background scenery.
Coming inside the apartment was a totally different story. This is why.
In the corner in the picture above you'll see a silver faucet. We have two in the kitchen. One is the regular tap water, and the other is filtered water. Tap water isn't healthy to drink, so you need a filter or buy profesh filtered water bottles. I've never been so grateful for clean water until now.
I haven't had the chance to photograph our bathroom, because it seems we're always clothespin-drying our underwear in there. (We don't have a dryer.)
Taylor was in total admiration of it. He had lived in many Russian apartments as a church missionary a few year ago, and he said straightaway that we had found a nice one.
We are really grateful towards our host. We knew that there would be the basic commodities such as towels, and bed sheets. But he went out of the way to purchase us new things, like toothbrushes, pillows, and a cutting board of all things. He also knew that we were bringing a baby, so he bought her children approved filtered water (tap water isn't healthy) and a mosquito repellent spray. Furthermore, he supplied us with our first breakfast, which we really appreciated. Such a nice family.
There are a lot of playgrounds and schools in our neighborhood, which is really surprising. I think we counted at least four schools around us within a quarter mile. So many families here live in apartments, rather than houses. I think that largely has to do with the Soviet Union giving everyone the same living situation (communism effect), and most families seem to have only 2 or 3 children. It's easier to manage an apartment with a small family, especially if you're surrounded by the schools and play areas only so many meters away from the front door.
The playgrounds here are boss. Check this out.
Who wouldn't want to play in these things? Even the babushki can't resist.
I love this random bit of English.
Murica, I'm looking at you.