The weather never got above 50F, and there was even snow once - which is greatly unusual (so don't tell anyone it's always cold there), but I didn't mind one bit. I was blessed with plenty of sunshine to do family stuff and play a tourist too, and I am thankful from the bottom of my heart. I love my home, and every year I love it more, even if don't love the changes or everything in general. I am grateful I got to not only visit my mom and sister and help with as little as I could, but be there on my nation's most important holiday, one that unites us like no other (and as no other country know of). Because every - each and every - family in Big Russia (and that includes the republics left since) has a personal loss and a personal story - and we carry it, still, to our great-grandchildren as it's not a page from a history book. I am a part of it, forever. And yes, we, as every nation, have things to not be proud of, but "the one to cast a stone"...
So here I am, trying to make a short post. As we say, Russians don't do small talk.
I am taking vacation from FB, again. There are more important things in life.
Here is a link to Moscow trip pictures.