Just before 6am, when the sky was still draped in black, my alarm wailed. Groggily, I rolled out of bed and proceeded to put on nearly every article of clothing I had in my possession. The object was to wear as many layers as humanly possible before venturing out into the sub-zero Suzdal morning.
No time for tea or breakfast, I quietly put on my shoes, opened the front door, and was greeted by a hearty blast of frigid air. My initial reaction? "Why didn't I just sleep through my alarm!?!"
But outside I went in spite of the cold. And let me say, it was so so worth enduring the cold!
Suzdal in the early morning was magical.
A wispy low-hanging fog skimmed the surface of the river.
Everything was covered in a generous layer of frost.
It seemed as though I was the only person out and about in town - everything was still and silent.
When I could no longer feel my appendages, I hurried back to my hostel, made a huge pot of tea and went back to bed.