До побачення!

This is how you say Goodbye in Ukrainian! (I have not the slightest idea how to pronounce it) but I thought it would be an appropriate title for this post.  Last month I brought 87 children to the United States from Kiev, Ukraine to spend Christmas with host families in America.  Now it was time for these sweet orphans to head home.

Initially they had planned to send me all the way back to Kiev, but we realized it was going to be a lot less expensive if I just took the three girls that I brought to Dallas back to New York, where they would reunite with the rest of the kids and their chaperones before continuing their journey.

I met the Franklin and Atchley families at the Delta counter an hour and a half before our departure.  We were able to check their bags all the way to Kiev, so we would not have to mess with it in New York.  The Delta agent also gave gate passes to everyone so that we could all go to the departure lounge and visit a little longer before boarding the plane.

It's always a sad time for the kids and the families.  The Atchleys and the Franklins had hosted these same kids previously, so there is already a strong bond!

When they announced the call for final boarding, it was time to say goodbye.  The girls remained strong though and we made our way down to the plane.  It was booked very light, which gave our little regional jet the feeling of being a little bigger.

We had a fast and easy trip up to New York.  They were all fascinated with my Nook e-reader and were pretty good at reading the english, even if they did not always understand!

After we arrived in New York I was supposed to be met by another flight attendant who would take the girls over to Terminal 4 to the Aerosvit ticket counter, but no one was there.  Turns out there was some problems with another group connecting from Charlotte and so they were trying to handle that.  I got them over to Terminal 4 and made the hand off and hauled ass over to Terminal 8 to try and catch a 4pm departure on my airline back to DFW.

I made it just in time and settled into my seat, thinking I could relax and enjoy my 50% discount off wireless internet, but got an email that one of the escorts returning to Dallas with me had forgotten to hand over the passport for the child she escorted.  Thank goodness we had wifi onboard.  After working thru various scenarios, we figured out we could ship the passport via my airline's cargo division and get it back to New York the next morning.  The child and her Ukrainian chaperone would travel the next afternoon, so it all worked out in the end!

Catching up.....

I found myself pretty busy thru most of December so now that I am sitting reserve in January, I thought I would try to catch up on my mundane existence.

Some of the highlights from December included a rather "different" looking woman we had in First Class coming home from Maui.  This was a once in a lifetime passenger for sure, and I made sure to only capture her back to preserve her anonymity.  It's not every day someone wears curlers on the airplane!  This photo was quite the hit on Facebook!

I also tried Loco Moco for the first time at the Kihei Cafe down the street from our hotel.  It's a weird breakfast item, with a beef patty, eggs, rice, and brown gravy.  It was wonderful!

Christmas Eve and Christmas Day found me in Panama City.  It's a quick trip, with a short layover, but we tried to make the best of it.  We all planned to bring food, so the day of the trip we had turkey, dressing, sweet potatoes, and dessert!  I went above and beyond and also put together little gift boxes for my crew (even the pilots!... what can I say, it was the holidays and I was feeling generous!).

Our take off out of Panama on Christmas Day had us flying from one end of the country to another and we got some pretty neat views of the Panama Canal as we climbed out!

January 1st marks the beginning of my reserve month.  Not a fun time, but it goes with the punches.  So far, I've only flown one trip.  I got called out for Madrid.  I had all these wonderful plans to go to the Observation Tower at the main post office on Castellana and then hit the museums, but we had a man who brought his own portable oxygen concentrator and about three hours into the flight it malfunctioned.  We had to divert to JFK because the man could not be off of oxygen for more than a few minutes without going into distress.  By the time we took off again, we were several hours behind schedule and ended up landing in Madrid around 1pm and after nap time it was going to be too late to do anything.

Surprisingly, not one of the passengers complained to me about the delay.  The majority of the passengers were students going over to study for the semester.  It made me feel a bit old because I realized that it was about 15 years ago that I was in their shoes, going to Spain to study abroad!  It's a good thing I color my hair because these "moments" that remind me of my age are probably causing more and more gray!

My friend Catherine was on the trip, so we met up around 8pm and walked down to Puerta de Sol and the Plaza Mayor trying to look for a restaurant that a couple on the plane had told me about, but we never could find it.  We did walk several miles though, which was my only source of exercise for the day.  We never could find a place that really jumped out at us for dinner, so we ended up taking the metro over to Principe Pio so we could eat at Casa Mingo, a Cider house with great Asturian cuisine.  I first ate there when I studied abroad and you can't go wrong with their food!

The only pictures I snapped were the next morning from the back door of our plane.  The airport was pretty quiet that day because Iberia pilots had gone on strike.  It was a pretty day as you can see... not a cloud in the sky!

Ukrainian Orphan Airlift

This past week I had an opportunity to participate in another Orphan Airlift for New Horizons For Children (NHFC).  In June I participated in their summer airlift and brought a group of Latvian children from Riga to the United States.  This time around I would be escorting 87 children and 11 Ukrainian chaperones from Kyiv (Kiev) to JFK Airport in New York.  From there, the groups would fly on to different cities around the country, and I would take three girls from JFK on to DFW.

I left the states on Sunday afternoon and flew to Chicago and then on to Paris.  I had an A-12, my airline's version of a confirmed seat for employees, and was able to upgrade on both flights, which was nice.  We arrived into Paris right on time and the only hiccup was a terminal closing due to a bomb threat, so I took a shuttle bus around the entire airport to get over to 2B and my departure on Ukrainian International Airlines.  The flight from Paris to Kyiv was about 3 hours, but I slept thru most of it.

I arrived into Kyiv around 2:30pm and had a driver pick me up at the airport and take me into the city.  NHFC booked me into an apartment, which was nice, although a little more than I needed for a one night stay.  It was fully furnished and even had a collection of Ukrainian Playboy Magazines!

 

The location was great, just off of Maidan Nezalezhosti, or Independence Square, the sight of protests during the Orange Revolution in 2004.  After meeting the manager at the apartment, I had to go across town and pay for it since he didn't have a credit card reader on him.   The traffic was terrible so by the time I got back to the flat it was dark, but I still went out in the blustery cold weather and walked around the Square.  I "think" I was propositioned by a Ukrainian prostitute, because she was dressed provocatively in spikey high heel boots and a tight skirt, but after thinking about it, most of the women there are into heels, so she could have just been asking me if I had seen her lost cat.

I was getting pretty hungry, so I wandered around the corner from my flat to a place called Walter's that I passed on the ride into the city.  I had a spinach and ricotta cheese pizza and a big ice cold glass of Ukrainian beer.  I have no idea what it was called.

By this point, I was brain dead and tired, so I made it back to the flat and went to bed.  I woke up in the middle of the night wide awake and never really did go back to sleep.

I checked my email and learned that 5 children were denied travel because the government official who authorizes the trip was out sick.  Additionally, 10 kids were denied a VISA into the US, so they were going to make a last ditch effort the next morning to see if they could get them issued in time.

By 6am I was starving again, so I showered up and got packed and then walked down to the McDonald's at Independence Square, however, they don't open until 8:00am!  I think it's the only Mickey D's that isn't open early for breakfast.  I went back at 8 and gobbled down an Egg McMuffin and hash browns!  Whereas it was cold and dry the day before, it was now cold and wet.

At 8:30, I was picked up by Natasha and Tetiana (Tanya) and we made our way to the airport.  They are translators with the Ukrainian charity that partners with NHFC.  Tanya would be coming on the flight as a chaperone and also one of the three who would speak English.

The children started arriving in groups shortly after we made it to the airport.  Some had come all night via train.  

We were traveling on Aerosvit, a Ukrainian airline.  We asked for assistance in checking in the kids, and at first they were reluctant.  Once they saw how big our group was and that we would be half the airplane, they worked with us and started checking us in for the flight in groups.

For many of the kids, this would be their first airplane ride!

I sat across from these two kids: Mariya and Andrii, ages 7 and 13.  They are brother and sister and live together in an orphanage.  I was really touched by how protective Andrii was of his sister.  It hit me that they were all they had in this world and that at 13, Andrii was head of their little family.  What a hard reality to face at that age!

The kids were very excited and I have to give credit to the cabin crew for doing a great job of helping them all find their seats.  And we were very happy to see the final 10 children board at the last minute.  A U.S. congressman made a call to the embassy in Kiev and had the VISA's issued.  A courier rushed them over to the airport and the kids made check in with 5 minutes to spare!  Talk about answered prayers!

Unfortunately, Aerosvit is not set up to provide movies or music, so the kids really had no entertainment on our 10 and a half hour flight to New York.  They handled it pretty well for the most part.  I thought they would eventually fall asleep, but every child took black coffee when the crew came by with after dinner drinks, so they were wired the whole time.  The girls sitting in front of me kept reading me phrases from the Ukrainian/English phrase book!  It was published during the old Soviet Union days and had funny sayings like "The Soviets are show the world how to use the atom for peace"!

I sat next to Tanya, our translator.  We had to complete a customs form and an I-94 immigration form for each child and chaperone, about 100 in total.  We started after the first meal service (if you could call it a meal) and it took us about seven and a half hours to fill all the forms out.  I had nothing else to do, so it helped pass the time.  My hand was pretty cramped by the end of the trip.

Our arrival into JFK was pretty chaotic.  We had some kids with tight connections and some issues with luggage not being checked all the way thru.  Everyone made their connections except for two groups going to Charlotte and Cincinnati.  They just did not have enough time.  Once my Dallas group was ready, we headed over to the Delta terminal.  I had three girls, two sisters, Olena and Kateryna, and another girl, Mariya (or Masha).  I also had the Washington group with me, and helped them get thru security.  The kids were super excited to ride the Airtrans from Terminal 4 to 3!  Tetiana, another of the chaperone's was exhausted and terrified as it was her first time outside Ukraine.  She looks less than thrilled!

We had a minor issue on our flight to Dallas.  Due to headwinds, the plane was going to have to make a fuel stop in Nashville, but we ended up only being about 20 minutes late, arriving around 11:30pm.  I got the girls to pose for one last photo with the host families.

They'll be here for a month and then I will take them back to New York where they will meet up with everyone else and fly home to Ukraine.

Punta Cana

The month of November also took me on a trip to a new city, Punta Cana, in the Dominican Republic.  There isn't much there but all-inclusive beach resorts and our layover hotel was one of them.

We arrived just as the restaurants were closing and we quick changed and ran down to try to start enjoy our all inclusive meals, but they shot us down.  We ended up going to the lobby bar and enjoyed a few rounds of drinks until we closed that place down. 

By this time we were starving and the only place we could get food was the all inclusive 24 hour room service.  We grabbed all the complimentary waters and beers in the mini fridges from everyone's room and headed to my room, the in Preferred Club section.  It wasn't any different except for the hot tub on the balcony.

We ordered two of everything from the room service menu and by the time the food arrived we were ravinous. 

We did not leave until the next afternoon so we all met up at the beach and enjoyed some of the nice weather.  I stayed under the covered hut and read my book. 

Not a bad way to spend a layover, for sure!

Avila

Catching up with blogging from 39K feet as I deadhead from Dallas to JFK.  We get 50% off the inflight internet rate, so I thought I would give it a try.... Gotta say, it's pretty cool (even if we are bankrupt).

Last month I had a two day layover in Madrid.  During the low season, the flight only operates five days a week so two trips per week have a longer layover.  I was fortunate to get to fly the trip with several of my friends.

After a little power napping upon our arrival, we all met up for tapas and dinner.  We made our way down to a tapas bar I had been too the week before called La Discubierta.  It sits right across the street from a brothel.  We call the entrance the "Hooker Door".

They have calamari that is incredible as well as "papas con dos salsas", potatoes with two sauces.  One sauce is a creamy garlic aoili and the other is a spicey tomato sauce.

Our food journey continued at the Mercado San Miguel, an old converted wharehouse off the Plaza Mayor that now houses different food and drink stalls.  I had some delightful sangria!

The eating continued at Casa Mingo, an Asturian restaurant I have visited many times.  We enjoyed a lovely meal of pollo asado, tortilla, sidra, and a regional dessert called Tarta de Santiago.

The next morning it was up at the crack of down to catch the train to Avila.  We left out of the Charmartin train station.

It was pretty early in the morning and some of us fell back asleep.

We arrived into Avila in the late morning.  I decided to wake up with a chocolate covered churro.

It's a sleeply little town known for it's medieval castle walls that surround the old city.  Work on the walls began in 1090.  The city rose to the height of prominence under the Catholic monarchs in the 16th century, but had entered an era of decline starting in the 18th century.  Today about half of the walls have been restored and reinfoced so as to allow visitors a chance to walk around the perimeter.

Santa Teresa of Avila is the patron saint of the town.  She was a Carmelite nun who also was a reformer of the church and a dabbler in mysticism. 

The total distance of the wall is 2,516 meters and covers 31 hectares of land.  The wall is 3 meters thick.  There are 88 semi-circular towers along the wall and 2,500 merlons, or little parapets that stick out of the top of the wall.

It was a rather chilly day but at least it was sunny and the weather cooperated.  We enjoyed a lunch at a restaurant called Barbacana.  We originally went upstairs but realized we were in the expensive section so we went downstairs and ate at the bar like the lowly commoners that we were.

By the time we got back to Madrid the wind had pretty much gone out of our sails.  We had all planned to go to dinner together, but by the time we got back to the hotel, I could barely manage to walk into the room before collapsing.  Too tired!

But all in all a fun trip and a nice change of scenery with good friends.