Al Gore is my Jesus, my Ghandi, my Buddah, my Allah, my last hope.

But something has furthered this feeling of global citizenry during my last trip and reinforced today. I know that part of it is because of the technologies involved in both travel and communication and how easy it is to move both your body and your communications around the globe.

Andrisky Church

It takes becoming regular in certain places and along certain routes to recognize the patterns that teach about a place. There is no doubt that even a short visit like this can teach one about one’s self but to really learn a plus you must find a rhythm or a path and stay in it for a time.

The last time I was in Kyiv, I was treated to winter. This time I am here as winter turns to spring, and more than any other part of the year in seasonal places I love this moment. The moment when out from under the cold and often dark tones of winter peeks the most tender moments in nature.

I am doing the recap of our adventures in installments. I will republish it all as one peice when finished, but for those of you on the edge of your seats, I figured I would give it to you as I finish it in amidst the business of being back.