At home in America, at home in Russia, or in the Russian dorms, it makes no difference. Wherever I'm living, some lady is inevitably going to come into my room and clean it without my permission. I wasn't really aware this would happen in the dorms, but I was very surprised to come home today and see that my bed had been made. All valuables are safe, and I guess I'm just amused. As always.

A few quick things to mention: I somehow forgot to say I went to the Hermitage on Saturday for the first time. We didn't stay long but it was a good introduction. I'm guessing there will be many more trips. Host family thing should be resolved, and I should have a permanent home (wherever that may be) by the end of the week, so I'll update then.

Also, here's a shoutout to my Grandma for being so cute.