The Heart of Moscow

The Heart of Moscow

On our last full day in Moscow I was a bit preoccupied. You see, in addition to attending the mid-year orientation for Fulbright, I'd also scheduled to take an exam that I need in order to get into grad school. I ate a huge breakfast, knowing that I wouldn't be able to have lunch and tried to stay relaxed. It wasn't too hard to do when the buildings and city look like this.

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I spent nearly four hours at the American testing center and came out victorious! I was ecstatic and relieved. Too excited to even eat, we went for a long walk and visited a huge outdoor market where vendors sell everything any tourist would ever want.

By 5:00PM the sun had settled far beneath the horizon and like clockwork, the city's lights came on once more.

To end our week in Moscow and to satisfy our cravings for wood-fired pizza, we stumbled upon Zotman

Whenever there's homemade burrata on a menu, Tyler and I can't hold back. This was sweeter than what we were used to, but it was the freshest burrata I've ever had! Writing about it now, so far away from any semblance of the stuff seems unfair to my tastebuds. 

We usually stick to the "order two pizzas and we'll share" philosophy. Tyler picked the prosciutto pizza. They weren't stingey with the stuff either. No complaints on our end.

I ordered a pizza with stacciatella (the same heaven the burrata is stuffed with) and the tastiest, sweetest marinated tomatoes this side of the Atlantic.

We finished our pizzas, which wasn't difficult to do not having eaten since breakfast, and moved gracefully onto dessert: bourbon and black cherry tiramisu. I'll let that swim around your mind for a second before you scroll down.

In between mouthfuls, Tyler mentioned to our waiter that I had just passed a big exam and before we knew it, house made limoncello was pouring in all directions. These Russians sure do know how to celebrate.

Moscow sent us off in the perfect way, but it was at the airport, on the tarmac the next morning, boarding our plane to Syktyvkar when I saw something that made my week.

A woman traveling with her infant was struggling to get her pram put away before getting on the plane, so one of the men working on the tarmac offered to hold her child, after which another man immediately came to their aid and held up his jacket to protect the sweet little girl from the bitter wind. It was one of the nicest things I've ever seen and it made me so happy.

Smiling and sleepy, I had a cup of tea and piece of chocolate while Tyler and I wrote a few postcards from far above the clouds.

I don't think I'll ever tire of flying when you have views like this to look out on.