Stupid Americans!!

We had one task tonite.  We were going to go to the large Children's World Store three subway stops down from where we are.  We need a bottle or a sippy cup so Jack can drink some juice or milk.  He drank the juice we brought him today out of the bottle we bought it in.  Obviously that shows superior intelligence which means he is becoming a McGill, but we thought it'd be easier for him with at least a sippy cup.  Seriously, the kid drank water from our water bottle.  He was so thirsty.  He kept grabbing for it while we were drinking so we had to let him have it.  So we ask at the front desk how to get there.  It seems so easy....  You just go down in the subway, take the green line down three stops and it's over a block.  We head to the Metro station right around the corner.  We know the brown and green lines cross there and that we have to take the green one.   There is no green line to be found.  Seems that once you get down there to the center of the earth, they lose the needs to use colors.  So we keep trying different stairs and escalators.  By the way, one thing the Soviets could do is build a nice escalator.  Well after trying one last escalator, we find ourselves back out on the street, a wasted 10 rubles.  I of course am freaking, because I would have taken a taxi to begin with.  Vonda figures our we can just walk down the street to the next stop which isn't supposed to have two lines crossing at it. Well, we seemed to have missed that Metro station.  We find ourselves further towards Red Square when we find another Metro stop.  This one is supposed to have a Green and Purple line running through it.  We go down to the center of the earth again and the signs are all in blue (implying to me at least that this is the blue metro line).  Not wanting to end up in Siberia, we take another escalator and find ourselves deposited on the other side of the street.  At this point, we're at the TGI Fridays.  If you're reading along Scott and Lisa Owings, we decided to stop and eat there in your honor. (It is also our 15th anniversary and tensions were a little high by now). Before we eat, we ask the waiter where we are.  It seems we don't have time to get to the store  by this point anyway, so we just have dinner.  Somewhat American meal, but not quite.  So we decide to walk back to the hotel.  Not too far, no big deal.  We go to the pharmacy next to the hotel, wait in line for about 40 minutes because these people have never seen a Wal-Greens in action, find that the clerk speaks no english, and that they don't carry any bottles.  At least I think that's what she said.  The 24 hour grocery around the corner doesn't seem to carry them either, and I'm not sure they like me anyway because I took my change out of her hand rather than letting her put it on a little tray.  That got me a look.  So anyway, we're tired and not trying to go out anymore.  We've vowed never to go on the Metro and we plan to keep this whole experience from our translator who told us not to go out by ourselves because she would be happy to take us anywhere we needed to go.  As the title says, Stupid Americans. We will get Jack a bottle before we go out tomorrow because Vonda's maternal instincts have kicked in so strong I thought I was gonna really get it for questioning the wisdom of traipsing across Moscow for a bottle.  There's a huge German Super walmart type store on the way to the orphanage and we're hopefully going to stop there. OK, that's my story for the night.  Everyone get ready because Vonda's going to do her first blogging here in a few minutes.  See you all soon, Steve One late addition:  Have I mentioned how happy I am that we came to Russia this week?  Again God was in control of things.  We have missed the entire Democratic Convention.  Sorry Beecher...