The rest of the morning was meeting with just the heads of the departments at Lyceum 8. They were very interested in PowerSchool, in the structure of our school system, in our grading system, etc. They also brought in their nice charging case with iPods in it and wondered if I could tell them how to use them. We didn't have much time at that point but that conversation will continue.
Galena had aranged for us to have a yacht ride on the Volga with the Vice Speaker of the State Duma (authorities?) so onto the marina. The yacht ended up to be a sailboat that Sergey ran with the motor so the ride was smoother. Wу had a very nice lunch and Sergey and his wife have been singing together for 33 years. He plays the guitar as they sing. They sang a few songs for us, one of them was the first song they ever sang together 33 years ago. I asked them if they sell their music and they said they only do this as a hobby so they give their CDs to friends. I am happy to say I have one of the CDs in my suitcase.
Out of the boat and on to the dacha (country home) of Natasha's Oleg's friends. As we passed by many country homes on very narrow roads, you could not see the houses. Galena says it's because Russian people are afraid so they put up these fences to protect themseleves. Andrew and Natasha's dacha did not have a high fence. Andrew had in the last year built the new house after tearing down the one that was there. It had a main housу ща a living area, kitchen, and two bedrooms. In the back was a barbeque area with table and overhead cover and a building with a sauna and a room for relaxing. Both buildings had fireplaces. The gournds were cover with fruits and vegetables - apples, peaches, berries, grapes, cucumbers, onions, herbs, tomatoes, eggplant, etc. Wу tok a walk to the Volga River and he showed us where he fishes. He likes to dive and spearfish. We ate some of the fish that he had caught.
The meal was delicious with cancers (Russian lobster), a couple of different kinds of fish, barbequed pork, vegetables of all kinds, and torte. Of course, there was vodka and cognac for toasting.
Upon arriving home, my night was spent with my friend, the fever.
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