Everything is on its way somewhere. That is certainly true of the Ukraine. We feel like we have been swept into a fast-moving current, and we are fully-occupied trying to keep our balance. As we drifted slowly across the Atlantic in an air-ship, Marsha spotted the southern-most tip of Greenland. It flowed by in the reflection of a never-setting summer sun.
From Kiev, we flowed along on a train ride to Odessa. What a beautiful country. As we made our way to Odessa, the intercity train rolled past mile after mile of...sunflower fields. Most of the heads are by now full and drooping, but some of the late fields are still carpeted yellow. For miles and the terrain is perfectly flat, divided into enormous rectangles visible only from the air by windbreaks of tall, mature trees.
After a few hours, the surface turns into rolling hills and shallow valleys. Large towns and concrete block houses give way to small villages of older, well-kept homes, each with an outdoor facility. Vegetable gardens are everywhere, even alongside the track. Dense forest lines the track where there is no cultivation.
Odessa is on its way to somewhere in the current. In summer, a seaside resort; in winter a seaside port in repose, which we will see later. But for now, the summer city is full of currents that we will navigate. While the summer lasts, we will try to describe the tides of Odessa.
Our thanks: Our life raft for a few precious weeks, has been the Mikkelsens, Ned and Janet, from Bunkerville, Nevada. Thank heavens for them, for we certainly would have drowned without them.
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