Once again, we headed out into the heat, no longer 100% sure we’d find work or housing today—well, at least housing. How many times did we walk between the unbearable heat of the sun and the unbearable heat of the asphalt on Collins Avenue looking for a place to stay? We needed shelter in this unfamiliar space. Even if the place looks like paradise, we certainly don't look like angels. We want to sleep in safety, we want to eat without fear of gaining weight, we want to wash up somewhere other than a public sink, and we want to use the bathroom without waiting in line! =( It turns out we ended up in one of the most expensive neighborhoods in the city, where a Ford Mustang is seen more often than a VAZ 2106 in any Russian city, where American uncles and aunts easily spend $200/night on a hotel room, where people like Alla Pugacheva or Pavel Bure own apartments, and where a Russian student can only afford the local equivalent of instant noodles. =( #advice #7 Definitely buy a phone in America. The phone you used in Russia will now serve as your clock and alarm. =) We bought a phone at a store called "MetroPCS" for $40 + $60/month (unlimited SMS, unlimited domestic calls, unlimited calls to landlines in Russia). In short, it's a decent enough connection for the lucky holders of a J-1 Visa. =) So, if you aren't afraid of strangers calling you—like some Jose Carlos—or if you don't mind calling your mom and ending up at your travel companion's grandmother's house, or if you aren't scared of frequent connection drops, then MetroPCS is for you! =) Sorry, but those are the costs of cheap service. It’s bearable. __ We got our miracle device, and the housing search started moving faster. We picked up some ads at the already familiar Kalinka. To get results, you have to stick your nose everywhere. That’s what we did: we called everyone, talked to everyone, and asked about everything. In the end, we even had a choice. On one hand, there was the suspicious, broke Eduard, who offered us a place to stay for a couple of days, and then maybe we could move, or maybe not, etc. On the other hand, there was Arkady, who was busy with work but offered to meet and show us a decent option. We had to ditch poor Eduard and meet with Arkady. And we didn't regret it. For $750/month, we rented a very cozy studio in a motel just a three-minute walk from the ocean! So, we found our sweet home. We got very lucky with the price. I'll tell you a secret: some guys from Moscow rented the exact same studio in this motel, but not through Arkady, for $900. =) So, another bit of luck in our hands. =)


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