We are in Uralsk, Kazakhstan, straddling Europe and Asia (the Ural River forms the border, for geographers). The weather has not yet go of winter completely; today it was in the 50s and windy, so the locals were bundled up. But the crisp weather was welcome for us who still remember 98 and humid in Bangkok.
Our son, A.J., was adopted from this small city in NW Kazakhstan in December 2004 at the age of 7 months. It’s a bit surreal to be back here, as it’s all somewhat familiar, even if the details have changed slightly. Many things are as they were more than eight years ago, and were nice to see again.
We also have seen a few things we didn’t before: we took in a couple of local museums, one of which was actually very well done.
I have a lot of fond memories of this town, which have been fun to relive as I walk around its streets. We brought back a great “souvenir” from our first trip, which we will not equal on any trip ever. Stay tuned for a post on the adoption side of our visit to Uralsk.