; I write my name in sand
L. Worth-Canns
PO-Box 892
St Petersburg
Russia
Hey Mom;
Arrived okay, hated the flight, but then I always hate them. Right. The movie was kinda lame -some Tom Hanks thing, I didn't bother paying the $7 for headphones, so I didn't hear it. We couldn't get peanuts because some kid at the back of the plane was allergic, so they gave up salted pretzels, I snagged a few more bags for later. I kinda liked them.
Russia's really great. I've not seen much, only here for two days when I wrote this. The airport was fantastic though, it's all so clean and totally fresh. None of this lame smelling crap like when I left JFK. I posted some cards for Fraser and Alec; they'll probably get there next month, but whatever. I didn't have the Euros for posting them air-mail, so they went snail style.
Jane's doing good. I called him and he's gonna see about getting some time to hang out with me. We'll take in the sights and I'll email you some pictures when I get something set up. The digs aren't great, but they aren't hellish, so they'll do. I'll maybe see about making a little money somehow, nothing illegal, mom. Don't worry.
How's teaching going? And how was Chomper's vet visit? Jane'll freak if there's anything wrong. And don't forget to water the plants, okay. They'll die if you don't. And if you haven't, just get some cacti. Okay.
I'll write again soon. Love you.
Lou.
xx