The only thing that I could think about when I woke up in the morning was "Holy fuck, I'm still on the train, and it's still so long until Petersburg..." So I rolled over, hit the play button on Shooter Jennings again, and dozed until I couldn't doze anymore because the train lady was going up and down the aisle demanding the bed sheets. So I got up, had some breakfast, and talked to Laura for a while. Then I had to have some quiet time because everybody was driving me crazy, and I had quiet time most of the way into Petersburg.

We got into the station around 12:30, and I've never been so glad to see anyplace in my life. I had to negotiate buying a new metro pass since mine had conveniently expired while I was gone, and that was fun waiting in line with all my bags. Not that they were big, but they were kinda heavy and bulky. Anyway, the metro was done, and I arrived back at my host family's apartment, or I guess I should just say home. I gave the chak-chak, ate some lunch, and then took a long nap. Then I took a shower, had some dinner, did a little reading, and went to bed.

We spoke a lot of English on the trip, and it was actually pretty difficult to speak Russian when we weren't in service situations. And I was both surprised and pleased that I missed speaking Russian, as evidenced by the fact that it was kind of a relief to speak with my host family. Although this may also be because I had a lot of super nerdy and academic conversations with Laura, and there's just so much less pressure in Russian to be smart, because I'm just not capable of expressing myself intelligently in that language. Oh well. Maybe someday.