My Arrival in Kiev

I was picked up by the "driver" of the company that organized my housing. He was a tall lanky young guy, who seemed a bit nervous or just a bit socially awkward. He had been waiting a while for me because I was helping Mai get through passport control. So with a big smile, he took one of my bags and off we went to his VW van. I practically had to run to keep up with him. He kept trying to make conversation and told me about his trips to Germany...he was a bit discouraged that I didn't speak German and confessed his love for big German vehicles. So far I'm fascinated by the city and I'm looking forward to exploring tomorrow. However, tonight, a good night's rest is calling my name.