N. and I stick out like sore thumbs in this region. Everywhere we’ve been yesterday (the spa, the grocery store, the restaurant), we heard, “Wow, you are the first live Russians I’ve ever seen!” Which sounds like the person saying this is in the habit of seeing lots of dead Russians everywhere.
This is an area where you can’t even find a Hispanic person, let alone a Russian-speaker. It’s a little weird to be treated like a very exotic creature everywhere. I mean, everybody is super nice to us but feeling this special gets a little annoying.

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