Really after the numerous weeks of anxiety and fretting, the trip went surprisingly without a hitch. I didn't sleep much the night before I left, but that only meant I didn't sleep through my 3:30am alarm. Seriously, who makes flights leave so freaking early that you have to be up by 3:30am??
I got through security with my knitting needles, but almost got strip searched for forgetting that mascara was indeed a liquid and needed to be in a little plastic bag so they would know it is not a bomb. That's all it takes apparently. Bomb? No bag. Not a bomb? Bag.
After taking the smallest plane in the world to Minneapolis and barely catching my connecting flight to New York, I had a wait until the flight to Ukraine. I realized numerous things while waiting for that flight -- one: people dress in the dark; two: Ukrainian people are rude! In line for boarding, I had numerous co-riders just step right in front of me like there wasn't even a line. This continued throughout my time in Ukraine. It's like the entire country said to themselves "What line?"
The flight across the large shark swimming pool was relatively uneventful. I sat in the middle of three missionary groups of teenage girls. Did you know that kids really say "Oh, snap!" and don't even do it ironically? I sure didn't.
On my 9.5 hour flight, I managed to sleep for 45 minutes. Then, Dad and I toured Kiev for a few hours before getting on the express train to a little city outside Dad's city. My favourite sight of the day was a minstrel who was clearly the love child of Krusty the Clown and Hulk Hogan.
That right there made the whole trip worth while.
There will be more stories later, but I accidentally deleted about 500 pictures, so it will take awhile. Dad was able to retrieve most of them from his computer, so I just have to get the disk he burned.