Travel

I think I might like international flying, if it weren't for the part with the airplanes.

This makes sense: on the way to NYC, I sat next to a fellow from Mumbai, India; the flight attendant on the flight to Frankfurt looked like Mr. Jaworek and offered me a beer "better than anysing se have in se States;" and on the flight to St. Petersburg I sat next to a gynecologist from Singepore and her husband, who were going to the World Stamp Exhibition.

Jet lag was tremendous, but it's beginning to look like we have to check out, so I'll talk about actual Russia later.