![\"My](\"http:\/\/www.josephroling.com\/journal\/wp-content\/uploads\/2010\/06\/\u0410\u041c\u0415\u0420\u0418\u041a\u0410-311.jpg\" "\\"Svetlana\\"")
<\/a>My Friend and Ukrainian Tour Guide<\/p><\/div>\n
While we didn’t get to fly together in the Chicago-New York leg, we met up again at JFK–Which, by the way, was the first time in a LONG time that I deboarded a plane right on the tarmac.\u00a0 Anyway, we found our gate, which was filled with Ukrainians.\u00a0 Fortunately we met a girl who spoke English and Ukrainian.\u00a0 Through her, I was able to accomplish several things:<\/p>\n
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- Text my friend (already in the Ukraine) that I had made the flight<\/li>\n
- Sort out ground transport in Kiev<\/li>\n
- Explain to Svetlana that I had scored us both exit row seats together<\/li>\n<\/ol>\n
The flight was fantastic.\u00a0 Svetlana helped to teach me the Cyrillic alphabet and letter pronunciations, which made it loads easier to communicate once I got to the Ukraine.\u00a0 We made flashcards together, worked the flight attendants for more food and stuttered our way in broken language through a nine-hour flight.\u00a0 We got along so well that I had to know what sign she was.\u00a0 It turned out her birthday was two days after mine–Sagittarians.\u00a0 Two Sagittarians, together, doing what we loved to do best–talk and travel.<\/p>\n
It was most fortunate that I met her, because once we were in Kiev, I was clueless how to get to Chernivtsi–a city in the southwestern region of Ukraine.\u00a0 Not only did Svetlana buy me a SIM card for my phone (which was originally an Irish phone from my friend Kieran), but she bought me a train ticket.\u00a0 Later, we realized the train wouldn’t arrive in Chernivtsi until 6:00am the next morning, so she offered to drive me to a bus station in Kiev.\u00a0 As I waited for her to come back with her car, I wondered about travel and how it leads you to put full faith and trust in people you don’t even know.\u00a0 About ten minutes later, she came zooming up in a new Mercedes, with windows down and Europop blasting.\u00a0 I was about to get the ride of my life–racing at 100 mph through the streets of Kiev.\u00a0 At that point you realize that you just have to put aside your fears and trust that you won’t become another statistic.<\/p>\n
In Kiev, we were both VERY fatigued.\u00a0 She still had a five-hour drive, south to Odessa.\u00a0 We found the bus station and she came back with a ticket for me.\u00a0 All the while, she refused to take any money for anything.\u00a0 Svetlana really is an extraordinary person.\u00a0 We drove a bit through Kiev and I finally convinced her that she had to start heading to Odessa and that I would be fine for three hours.<\/p>\n
She dropped me off and I ordered my first meal in Russian–at McDonald’s.\u00a0 With the cool sophistication of James Bond, I smoothly uttered,\u00a0 in a perfect Russian accent, “Big and Tasty puzshalista and voda [water].”<\/p>\n
It was a bit difficult killing three hours just sitting at a bus station, but finally the bus pulled up and I boarded.\u00a0 I had hoped this would be a great opportunity to see the Ukrainian countryside, but I was exhausted and kept nodding off.\u00a0 Each time I woke up, I would catch a scene from the movie “Point Break,” which was a step up from watching paint dry.<\/p>\n
Nine hours across the bumpy, pot-holed streets and highways of Ukraine, I FINALLY reached Chernivtsy, where my friend’s sister and her friend picked me up and took me home.\u00a0 Even though it was midnight, everyone was up and Mariia, their mother, had dinner waiting for me.<\/p>\n
Every day, for the last two weeks, someone here has asked me if I plan to marry Svetlana or if I’ve called Svetlana, or if I’ll move to Ukraine for Svetlana.\u00a0 I certainly plan to keep in touch and hope that one day I can repay the courtesy she showed me in Kiev.\u00a0 By the way, when I got to Chernivtsi, my friend discovered that she had also bought train tickets back to Kiev for BOTH him and myself.\u00a0 Thank you for everything Svetlana!<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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