Someone, maybe even me, once said that airports are the birth canals of adventure. There’ a lot of laborious waiting, but, normally the end result is beyond rewarding. We managed to rendezvous with the Florida boys, the Kevins, Jim and Joe with a minimum of pangs. A lost reservation here, a different connecting flight there and getting much too personal with a KLM sercurity representative in Amsterdam. I’ll close that discussion before I mention ‘spritual epideral’ and take this metaphor too far. As always, we we’re met in Kiev by the warm smile of our old friend, Yuri, whose presence is one sure fire antidote for travel fatigue. When he puts his arm around you and says “Hello my friend, welcome back to Ukraine.” You feel his incredible passion and energy. And then he starts on his repitoire of over 1,ooo jokes. Troy convinced us all to declare nothing upon our arrival in Kiev. Just in case we return with no photos or video evidence of our trip, or any of our valuables, for that matter, we wanted you to know why. The train from Kiev is noisy, bumpy and long and even more awesome than I thought it would be, even with a toilet that’s only open for business when the train is moving, for somewhat obvious reasons. We are safe and happy and ready to go to work tomorrow. Our love to our families, loved ones and everyone praying for us…and, I guess, those that aren’t as well.
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