For Christmas this year, I decided to treat myself to a weekend in Moscow. Just 3h30 direct from Saint Petersburg (and slightly warmer at -9ºC), it was an easy trip. I had big must-visit goals, and pretty much failed to meet them all! Instead, I followed my heart and simply strolled around town in a state of awe with frozen legs and an enormous smile. I visited the Pushkin State Museum of Fine Arts to see the Les Soirées de Paris exhibition, said my prayers at the sublime Cathedral of Christ the Saviour, wandered around Red Square at the crack of dawn to see the magical decorations and allowed myself to be pampered beyond belief at my hotel spa. My second visit to Moscow and I still haven’t made it inside the Kremlin… I’ll get there. Moscow mesmerises me, and I’m already planning my next trip!
I stayed at the Four Seasons, a stone’s throw from Red Square. I swam, visited the health centre, relaxed in the tub with my book (another captivating set of short stories about human connection and love from Deborah Levy) and enjoyed a facial and the most heavenly body wrap that ended with the therapist massaging warm rose oil all over my body. A much-needed treat for my dry, winter skin. So, here I am, ending the year as I intend for my life to continue: with a sense of contentment, an abundance of gratitude, and a little champagne.