Walking and shopping in Minsk
The jokester in me sits giggling in the corner and suggesting that I explain the long delay in this final post with a long adventure yarn having to do with my entry status in Belarus. But I’m typing this from my couch in Denver, having had precisely zero issues with my lack of an entry stamp when leaving Belarus.I probably would never have visited Minsk were in not the home of Steve and his wife. But they do live there for a little under half of every year, and so I’ve heard many stories from Steve about his enjoyment of the city. Minsk seemed like the perfect end to our adventure.
Much of what we did in Minsk was walk around. Steve showed me many of his favorite areas and parks, and I was impressed by the size and quantity of them. There were many fountains, but unfortunately they had all been shut off for the winter. I imagine that just a couple of weeks earlier they would have been very beautiful.
I enjoyed Minsk, and having a guided tour of the city. Probably we did not see as much as Steve had planned, though. In part I think we were both tired. (We had walked a lot and seen a lot in the previous three weeks, and there is a sort of exhalation involved in being “home”, even when it’s not your own.) But also I was distracted by the shopping.
All through the trip, I’d bought very little. A scarf in Mongolia. Magnets and pamphlets here and there. Some small gifts for my godson and his sisters. Nothing very big, because I didn’t have a lot of room and didn’t want to increase what I needed to carry. But as of Minsk all I had to worry about were a couple of plane transfers on the way home. So it was time to get some gifts!
But I am apparently a bit picky, because Steve took me all over Minsk in search of just the right gifts. Probably not the tour he was anticipating! But I did enjoy the city, the markets, the people, and the parks. Steve’s description of the tour is here.
And then I was one a plane, headed back for the U.S. I was worried that three and a half weeks would feel too long, that by the end I’d be more than ready to go home. But it wasn’t too long; it was just right.