Leaving Monterrey behind, I hopped on a plane and flew to Moscow to celebrate mom’s eighty-fifth birthday.
I arrived in Moscow one week after mom’s actual birthday but it didn’t matter – we were happy to see each other. The cherry on the cake for her was the surprise visit of her grandson. I was happy to see him as well: we don’t get together very often.
To celebrate the occasion we all went to one of the best Moscow restaurants, at least according to the Pellegrino list. When mom was younger, she liked going out, so it was a pleasant throwback to yesteryears for her. We spent a few hours chitchatting and laughing, eating and drinking.
My last couple days were split between spending precious family time and catching up with old friends.
Because of the long flights, short visit and Moscow’s wintery weather, I didn’t bring my Brompton with me. I left it on tour in sunny Mexico where it patiently awaits my return for rides in a new city.
This week in numbers:
21527 km – distance flown