I assumed the city was named after its designer and founder, Peter the Great. I was wrong, Peter named it after Saint Peter the Apostle. Later it changed to Leningrad, but it is once again called St. Petersburg.
I saw no sign of Lenin except the ugly, square apartment buildings away from the city center built during the last century. Our guide explained that the common people put up with whatever political power is in authority at any given time… until they’ve had enough of poverty and then they rise up and put someone else in power.
She wasn’t being negative or positive about Russia’s current leadership. Just speaking of historial turnovers in their government.
The celebrates the military might of Russia throughout the centuries with statues and buildings all over the city. Military vessels and the Russian Navy are clearly visible in the waterways and city… and impressive.
Peter the Great’s Summer Palace
Peter the Great is honored, as is Catherine the Great, who married his grandson and heir to the throne in 1744. Both brought beauty to the city, though neither seemed too concerned about the poverty of their people.
We spent a day exploring Peter the Great’s summer palace. The gardens are lovely and the water system designed by Peter the Great to supply the many fountains really is amazing and still works!
The Hermitage and Winter Palace
Catherine the Great established the Hermitage, a museum renouned throughout Europe. A humongous building, it overflows from the Winter Palace.
The paintings by so many different masters as well as mosaics, sculptures, and other art takes your breath away. We spent a day with a tour guide there and we didn’t even begin to scratch the surface of its treasures.
Breakfast: shrimp salad, pickled fish, mushrooms, tomatoes, and fresh cucumbers.
Lunch: salmon, two more kinds of fish, olives, crackers, and green salad
Georgean dinner: some type of amazingly yummy spicy beef stew.
Spiritual atmosphere and random photos
Although you can find a church on nearly every street, the spiritual atmosphere feels like an invisible, heavy wool blanket covering the city. I’m sure there are intercessors shredding that spiritual blanket with their prayers. Both Tom and I felt the Lord lead us to pray for the people we encountered on this short visit, and we will continue to do so.
My grandfather was Mennonite. He grew up in Russian, and he brought his faith with him when he migrated to California. My spiritual legacy is tied into Russia. I’m so glad I got to visit just a very small part of this amazing country
Where are your spiritual roots?