Wow! Thirty hours later and I’m half-way across the globe, but it seems like home. I can’t explain that, but it’s true…as if I had been here last week instead of last year. Tanya met me at the airport with “Snow drops” – the first flowers of spring. Something new already. I have never seen them before. Since arriving at my final destination – the home of Natasha and Volodya, I’ve had breakfast, a nap, a shower, played games with her grandchildren, lunch, a trip to the grocery store…and at some point I hope to unpack. After dinner we will toast “my arrival.” I hope to stay awake until at least 10 p.m. so I can adjust to the 12-hour time change.
I did have an “incident” at the Munich airport. Apparently the Gestapo tradition of thorough inspection is alive and well in ever-so-effecient Germany. It seems there was a certain tool kit in the package of gifts that a certain person gave me to take along–and this package ended up in my carry-on bag. Oops. What to do? Throw it away? Send it back to America for 15 Euros? And why did my cloth-and-plastic money belt set off the alarms and necessitate a “strip search.” Ahh…I’ll have to share the rest of the story later. Right now, I feel like munching some tasty Samara chocolate.