Depending on what time you’re reading this, I’m either a) realizing I forgot some very import Russia item & making a last second scramble to the store, b) sitting on an airplane and experiencing that feeling you get when you realize you left your youngest child, Kevin at home but it’s too late because you’re halfway to Paris, or c) introducing myself to Drago the Russian boxer on behalf of Rocky and the U.S. of A.
But the point is, at some point today, I will be lifting off of a runway in Norfolk, VA, and landing in Moscow, Russia.
Some things you should know about me and this trip
- I don’t know how to speak Russian. Scratch that, I don’t know any Russian besides two praise choruses I learned to teach the kids. So unless I encounter a situation in which someone needs to know how to say, “Open the eyes” or “of my heart, Lord” my language skills will be pretty inept. I’m thankful we’ll be around interpreters. And thankful for cool apps like these: