Sunday, March 4, 2012

Sergiev Posad

Every weekend we sit around the house and do nothing and by the end of the day on Sunday we are both so restless that last week I gave David two options on the weekend.  London or Sergiev Posad.  Sergiev Posad is part of the many Russian countrysides.  I told him we either need to be traveling on the weekend or participating in true Russian experiences.  David passed the choice to me so I chose what I thought he would hate the most (making him rethink passing the choice to me.)  So I chose Sergiev Posad.

You leave at 9 am and drive for about an hour and head to Sergiev Posad.  You stop at Sveta's house for some yummy blinis (pancakes) and then head out to the forest for troika rides, campfires, sledding and more.  Then back to Sveta's for a Russian dinner and then home.  We went with some other families from the baby group on Friday's.  So there ended up being 10 adults, 2 sets of twins around 2, an 11 year old, a 9 year old, a 3 year old, a 14 month old, and a 10 month old.

The ride out there and back was quite long.  It turned out we got an extremely slow driver.  So rather than an hour each way it turned into 2 hours each way.  Which meant our time eating blinis was rushed.  But that did not manage to stop Owen from eating 3.




My boys all tuckered out after having full bellies.

Back on the road.  It is truly beautiful to see all the snow covered trees.


Waiting on the horse!



Us on our first Troika Ride!


From here we stayed in the woods and enjoyed a nice campfire, some sledding and some great playing.



Look Owen it's a bear!
Really mom bear!?!

I guess it's not too bad!

Nice bear!


Oh look a ball!  (Of course he comes out to the woods and spots the only ball)





Cayden snoring on the Troika Ride, like Owen should have been doing






Whoa we are going fast!  How do I get off this thing?  (Owen's first time sledding)

Crash Landing









At the end of the day we headed to the monastery




And then it was time to head back.  I feel the time in the woods was not long enough.  It was a beautiful day in the mid 30s.  This was a true Russian experience.  I was sure that I was going to hear David complain when we got home, but instead he surprised me claiming it was a good day.  The only thing we would all change is getting home at 9.