I’m back from Moldova, and I have never been more tired in my life!
First of all, there was a big terrorist scare at the airport the morning I was flying out. So I had to dump three bottles of Gatorade and a perfectly good fifth of Wild Turkey at the security checkpoint.
My flight was 12 hours late. By the time I got to my parent’s home in the Moldovan countryside, it was three days later. I spent just 24 hours at home before turning around and coming back.
Still, I had a chance to do some fishing and bowling, we also played shuffleboard, and I did see a few good accordion acts perform. That part was pretty good.