Adventures in Near Death with You-CRAY-zians

Been spending a bit of time in Eastern Europe, no, not doing what you might expect an American might do in deep Eastern Europe, please get your head out of the gutter. I’m looking for a bride to bring back with me, or at the very least a bit of cheap sex. Just kidding. I’ve been visiting my brother and his family, who are doing a tour of duty as diplomats in one of the weirder places on earth, Kiev, Ukraine. Where all the You-CRAY-zians live.

Strange what people who are searching for Odessa appear to really be searching for… me, just there for the beautiful beaches with a low BPM (butts per thousand grains of sand).

The first week I had my 3 year-old daughter with me and we had a grand time, except when we didn’t. Like when she fought with her equally alpha cousin about who was taller or older (AT is a year younger and 6 inches shorter, but continued to start losing fights about these subjects constantly) — or when we got run down by that car in Odessa.