If you think Russian winters are just vodka, snow, and the occasional stray bear, let me hit you with a snowball of truth: you might be missing out on one of the world’s wildest weather parties—not the “wear three pairs of socks and cry” kind, but a festival of natural Read more…
Let’s start with a confession: I once got trampled by a sea of selfie sticks outside the Kremlin in July. My spirit (and my big hat) barely survived. So listen up, fellow wanderlusters—there’s a secret among savvy travelers, and it’s called “Russia’s Shoulder Season.” Trust me, this is the time Read more…
Let’s get one thing straight: if you think a Russian winter is just a six-month audition for the next season of “Survivor: Subzero Edition,” you, my globe-trotting friend, are in for a frosty surprise (and maybe your best bucket list vacation yet). I traveled to Russia in the winter—twice. The Read more…