I'm feeling quite unready for this jaunt. At this point, I just want to sit here and write songs about woolly mammoths and old guys talkin' street and so on. But I'm sure I'll have a great time once I'm over there. So yeah, in just two weeks, I'll be on the great silver bird, trying to remember Russian imperfective/perfective verb pairs. I'm expecting typical Ukrainian spring weather: torrential rains followed by unimaginable mud. It should be a challenge.
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