Summer hasn't been as summery as we all had hoped for - so farr. It has rained and rained, and I cannot believe that any of those one too many persons that I saw on the beach yesterday had contracted those chocolatebrown complexions naturally. Luckily I have been too busy to stick myself in a box and mulitiply my chances of skincancer:

I've been to Finland and Russia! My brother got married (Odd, odd, odd. Not that he got married, but that we're reaching that age. Does that mean I'm next? No.) in StPete. I am fascinated: Peter the Great: he built his masterpiece of a town on a swamp! The city is beautiful with it's over the top Hermitage, zillions of bridges, markets, the church of blood (Dali­ on acid), georgian pectopahs (restaurants), pointed mens shoes and underground metrocathedrals, but it's crowded w/mosquitos! I had an amazing little week though, and I'm very happy to now call Nastya my sister.

I should practice. I promised myself to work hard this summer. Instead I have travelled, laughed, eated ice-cream and danced. Time to get back to the drawing-board.