Russia is nothing like what you expect it to be. Just the word “Siberia” elicits an image of a frozen barren wasteland, fit for nothing but labor camps and tundra. But I am here to tell you that Russia is so much more. It is history. It is beautiful buildings, and nature (not unlike the ones in these photos). It is a once in a lifetime experience. Welcome to the Russian Federation, where learning about yourself competes with learning about one of the oldest countries in the world.
If you want me to be completely frank with you, we were
terrified that we were going to starve to death about 3 days into our
adventure. Moscow is filled with fast talking Russians, and during our first
dining experience we had to resort to pointing at the menu to order. The
portions were small, and Americanized. We left the restaurant hungry and
defeated. We were here for 8 weeks. What in heaven’s name had we done.
St. Basil's Cathedral, Moscow, Russia
And then we arrived in Krasnoyarsk, Siberia and it got
better. We were eating real Russian food, and speaking with real Russians, and
living like real Russian students. I learned that I can adapt to nearly any
situation—whether that included trying mystery meat that my host dad was
feeding me, or fracturing my ankle and having to speak Russian to get x-rayed
at a local clinic. I did it all, and the experience made me fearless in other endeavors.
If I could adapt to the situations that Mother Russia threw at me, I can do
anything.
Me, Standing in front of Comunalniy Bridge, Krasnoyarsk, Russia
I did not just learn about myself. I learned a lot about
Russians being more than a distant people mentioned in textbooks about the Cold
War as well. Russians are kind, and generous. My Russian mother was fiercely
protective and caring of her family, and me. My host family was constantly
trying to stuff me with delicious food, and a friend of mine on the program was
sent home with literally 10 pounds of cedar nuts as a present from her host-mom
to her real mom. The legendary cold of
Siberia has not made a permanent mark on Russians outlook.
They are kind,
sincere people.
A group of us in the forrest near Lake Baikal, outside of Irkutsk, Russia
The
group, posing near the Yenesei and “Whale Fish” Near the end of the program.
Krasnoyarsk, Russia
And so, we as a group went from surviving to thriving. We
laughed about our “What am I doing here?” moments, and we cried when we left
our host families. For two months we
lived as strangers in a strange land, but I know I came home with love and
pride for eastern culture, and the ability to adapt that will serve me the rest
of my life.
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