Stepping off the airplane I’m filled with excitement.
Sounds of a foreign language fill my ears as people pass me by.
The excitement of having one more stamp in my passport and the
Feeling like I have returned to a place familiar to my heart.
Signs I can barely make out, yet still can pronounce
Make me feel like maybe, just maybe I know what I’m reading.
Cars surround me with people escaping the city for a weekend retreat to their dachas.
Six hours pass as I sit in a van, drowsy eyed and tired.
I awaken to a tap on my shoulder as I’m told, “we’re five minutes away.”
In anticipation I sit up to look out my now darkened window sprinkled by raindrops.
A familiar street lined with potholes and crumbled sidewalks.
The Old Street Hotel now in my site.
Kostroma I have returned.