It's 7:30AM Khabarovsk time. I haven't slept much, my mind is full of everything I have seen, heard, smelled & witnessed. For example, Joe being mistaken for a local by a German tourist, funny. And the sad but really touching of the guards at the tomb of the unknown soldier in Red Square. The whole procedure takes less than 5 minutes, but like the changing of our guard it is done in absolute silence. The inside of St. Basils is without mention the most amazing thing. It is several (10) small chapels joined together. The stairs leading from one to another are really high & steep. I almost went into an asthma attack climbing them! But I made it. It was a shame we couldn't take pictures (you have to pay extra for a picture taking ticket). The icons were beautiful and somehow tragic. The ceiling and walls are covered with a beautiful, basic medieval flower blue and red print. It is so old the pigment has faded almost to pink. And it was so cold inside! I could see my breath! Joe and I are watching the sun peak through the clouds. In an hour (around 9) we will land and our journey or our pilgrimage to our daughter will continue. We just finished a good Russian breakfast, coffee, a croissant with butter, 2 slices of a mild swiss cheese and lettuce. They don't eat lunch and dinner is a small meal also. This confuses me. The dark bread we saw Katya eating is a staple here. It is heavy and has a strong wheat taste, but it is filling. I wonder how many points that is? It's a heavy fiber rich diet. Well I guess I should stop for now and get my boots on and gather up my stuff.