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Reality...
I just found the time to write about our Gotcha Day.
 The morning was filled with many tears and hugs from orphanage caregivers.  The Dr who cared for our two children I wished we could have adopted and brought home.  A tiny petite lady whom I dearly grew to love.  She taught both children love and kindness.  Daily she provided their meds, medical care etc.  Instructed Grayson how to take his meds and become a young man.

Once out of the orphanage the walk to our van not once did they turn back. Slowly waving to the Dr we drove away.  The trip started about 8:30 am and we drove to passport office.  A 4 hour drive over bump roads.  Then we filed documents and headed to Kiev.  Then another 12 hours. Stopping a few times for restroom, meds and food. We finally arrived in Kiev.  It was rainy, apartment we had arranged we could not find.  Plan 2 head to another apartment till Saturday then move once more. 

So far I've spent over $1500 in trains & drivers.  We still have a week left to go.   Hotels from Thursday to following Thursday- a week about $550.  So a third of the cost of driver and train. 

Currently we are at our first apartment.  $60 per night.  Two nights.  Then the second apartment a week, so about $500 more.

Lodgings much cheaper away from Kiev.  Simple standard apartment.  Plenty of stairs to climb.  So pack light if traveling.

Next post more about children.

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