Taste of Travel

My first time out of the country started about three weeks ago when I flew out of Salt Lake City, through Washington DC and Paris and into Kyiv, Ukraine. I guess the fourteen hour flight was a little more than a taste of traveling, but after having walked of my LBS (lead butt syndrome) and sleeping for about a hundred more hours, I have finally adjusted my circadian rhythm and things are going great.

Not counting airplane food--because honestly, you can't count airplane food as actual food, my first meal in Ukraine was green borsch. Everything since then has been pretty good. Naturally there are a few exceptions, like the partially boiled eggs we ate right out of the shells.
Yeah I kind of just gagged that one down. But when you have an adorable host mom who's more like a grandmother, you can't help but eat everything she puts in front of you. Especially when she's so excited about it.


I've had a taste of the transportation system too. More of like a feast really. The best time to get on the metro is never. It's always so crowded, but it's definitely a good place for people watching, that is, as long as you avoid eye contact. You can't look at anyone here, it's actually really funny to watch what happens when people do make eye contact. It's also interesting to note that although Ukrainians appear to have very large bubbles, in reality they have no bubble at all. They can't with the way they pack people into the public transit. Everyone wishes they would have bubbles though when you see all the PDA going on. I thought it was bad in the States...no, no, no. Apparently as soon as you intentionally make eye contact with someone repeatedly it's an invitation into the non-existent bubble. Really the whole Ukrainian phenomenon is quite alien to me. I'll report on that more if I ever figure it out.

Well time to go prepare for the kids to come.
Stay Classy!