I'm supposed to get on an airplane for home later today, but somebody has gone away with my itinerary. They are going to be back at 5:00 or 6:00, but that's about when my flight is supposed to be! I guess I should just go to the airport.

With my baggage, I get into a van, like a Ukrainian mashrutka. It is full of Russian-speaking men who seem very happy and friendly but speak gibberish to me. Finally they say something I understand, and I answer in very primitive Russian, "Da" or somesuch.

(in real life, I think Natasha asked me if I knew "yes" in Russian)