Summer Home (from 10/1/06)

I woke up after what seemed like minutes, but was in fact hours, at Farid's family summer home. I felt a million times better than last night, and although it was 3pm it seemed like it was morning. The rooster somewhere in the neighborhood that crowed every half hour didn't help to shatter that jetlag-induced fantasy.

Downstairs, Farid's mom (an awesome host) had a spread waiting. Just like my late night (actually early morning) meal last night, there were a million good things to choose from.

I told Farid over breakfast that he should talk to me in Russian first and then in English if I don't understand. Hopefully that will help revive the Russian I learned in high school but haven't spoken in 10 years.

The home itself was awesome...nice garden, great interior. And a nice view of the Caspian. Farid's dad actually designed much of the architecture which was pretty cool.