oh...about where we've been...the first time I ever needed a passport it was to fly to Russia. Dave and I left the USA on Mon a.m. and got to Moscow on Wed p.m. /I don't care about "time zones"...my body said it was 2.5 days!/ The man who hired me for the job wasn't there, was in Armenia and wouldn't get to Russia for a week. He had a "no-neck ABC guy" pick us up and we left for a 5 hour van ride with two guys who knew /being a relative term after all/ English...at least one of them did. I eventually called him Col. Klink but he didn't understand why.

Being in Russia was wild in a way visiting other places wasn't wild...we couldn't speak nor read the language and were *totally* at the mercy of other people. I just LOVED that trip!