Yep, there is.
Now that we’ve resolved that…let’s dip a pewter flagon into my stream of consciousness and take a little drink, shall we?
FIRST THINGS FIRST:
Happy Halloween. It’s my favorite holiday.
CHICKEN KIEV:
I can’t say I was looking forward to my recent business trip to Kiev, Ukraine. I envisioned it as being a drab, dour place–much like East Berlin when I visited it in 1988. Or K-Mart when I visited it in 2005.
Beyond that, I really didn’t know what to expect–except that the trip would end with my lifeless body being stuffed into a industrial drum and tossed into the Black Sea by a neckless, hairy ogre purporting to be my taxi driver.
Well, I was a bit hasty in my pessimism. Kiev is actually a very nice town–even if my taxi driver (who, in fact, had a neck) did point down-river as we passed over a bridge and said, “Cherynobl.”
Kiev’s buildings were clean and brightly painted. Golden minarets shimmered. Highways were lined with old growth white birch trees. And the women?
O! M! G!
Guys, come closer and listen carefully. If your life’s “To Do” list has an entry that says, “Find a tall, thin, ridiculously beautiful eastern European-ish babe,” then go buy yourself a ticket on the first available flight to Kiev.
She’s there. In fact, she’s everywhere.
AND FINALLY…PUTTING THE “EX-” IN “EXPAT”:
Yeah, it’s true. More on that later…
