My Cheerful And Despondent Russian Escapade

I journeyed to Moscow last year for a professional meeting but it never turned the way I wish it would end. My first week in Moscow became a brawl to reach my goal, but I failed. My supposed dealing back home never emerged.

I could have truly appreciated my first time in Russia if I was able to come home fluttering the signed papers of my current-no-longer-business-partners. Nevertheless, if not with the new proposed plan of a comrade and if not for the beauty of Moscow, I could have ruined my entire two week stay in Moscow. Good thing I was still able to visit some terrific spots of the city as well as stayed in a marvelous guesthouse.

After a wearing day, I still felt secure and comfy once I lay my back on the bed. Sovietsky Hotel was my first choice of hotel since a comrade commended it. I could have changed hotels after my failed seminar had not the service and the fullness of the hotel was great. But my major reason for staying there was the gastronomy. The breakfast laid out buffet style was excellent with a standby commis chef just in case anyone wants to have an extra toast or omelletes.