Ciao, Istanbul. Privet, Dunia

If my mind was still in Istanbul, the gray chill coupled with a renewed fear toward cops jerked me back to the gloom of Moscow. Autumn is here to stay this time, it seems. The plane ride was mostly uneventful, though getting to passport control took a little teamwork and American assholism. Everyone else lamented the end of our Turkish fling; I've had enough of Turkey to last me until a future PCS there. If never, I wouldn't think twice about it; the world's too big to linger. I felt my Russian--such as it is--leaving my brain, and I wanted it back.

Random...Just because she's so adorable, just because I can, and just because she took her first steps toward me, here's more of Dunia...