The time we went to Kharkov for ten days. Danced. Sang. Never slept. Met the warmest people on earth. Ate meat and potatoes. Drank tea out of measuring cups. Learned. Volunteered. Listened to stories of the past. Strolled. Ice skated. Practiced our Russian translating skills. And discovered family roots.
But You Can't Take The Ukraine Out of the Girl
Brooklyn, pre-trip RAJE shabbaton.( a lot more )