My Iranian operative, Azad, was unable to escape Tehran due to Visa complications. So I´m in Moscow. Alone. ::sigh:: But I´ve found the apostrophe key!
Took a walk this morning to find food. I was so hungary I was actually feeling a little spacey. Settled on what I´m calling, street potatoes. Baked potato with three toppings, a panini, and a soda. 112 Rubles (3 bucks?) I think I need a nap. Later, I´ll see about heading to the Red Square.
I´m also searching CouchSurfing.com for some guidance. I´ve got four days here!