Well, we're off to the the Ukraine. We'll be leaving Sunday, April 15, 2007. We don't know when we'll be back, hopefully within 4- 5 weeks. The two girls we are expecting to adopt should be with us. Their names are Inna and Alina they are 15 years old and are twin sisters. Basically I'm just trying out this blog site to see if I can post stuff to it. If this works I'll be posting periodically to this site while we're in Ukraine.

Wednesday, May 2, 2007

I'm having trouble getting pictures onto the blog I'll again tomorrow.
TomR
Well, just to keep everyone up to date. We've completed to first round of paper work in Odessa, visited the notary a couple of times, met the director of the orphanage, and the social worker. Our papers are now in the hands of the bureaucrates, we did get a date and time to appear before the judge, May 7th at 9:00. Once that's completed to everyones satisfaction wait for 10 days, in case someone comes forward to protest the adoptiion, then we get new birthcertincates and passports for the girls. Then it's off to Kiev to the US embassey to get US passport for the girls, they'll have duel citizenship until they're 18. To get the US passport the girls will have to be finger printed, have security checks and physicals. This takes a couple of days. Then it's home.

As to the country of Ukraine. I'm actually quite impressed. I had somehow allowed myself to believe this was third world country, with no infastructure. We're experienced non of the horror stories I had heard about. We've alway had power, plenty of hot water the toilet have been clean, and have all had commodes.

This is what I've noticed and experienced.

Everyone walks, most people don't have cars, kind of like living in any big city I expect, cars are expensive, you don't want to park them outside, and most things are a short walk away anyway. We went to a market area across the street from our apartment, it was mostly building material. Everything was there you would need to tackle any home project. Lumber, concrete mix, insulation, windows doors, light fixtures, cabinets, bath fixtures, nuts and boldts, everything. It was all set up in old shipping containers bolted together with a common roof, electricity, sheetrocked on the inside. This market covered nearly a whole city block, it was like a maze getting around in it. Everything was painted and clean and very nice. People were packing lumber and concrete away on their shoulders. This people are tough, they do nearly everything on foot. We've been to simular markets with clothes, and fruit and vegetables.

We're eating out of the markets, and cooking food in the apartment. We can't always read the lables, so we look at the pictures on the lables. There haven't been any major surprised yet. In reality the girls have been doing most of the shopping and cooking for the last week. We still have trouble understanding the prices when they're spoken to us. We just hold our hands out with money in them and let them take what they want, so far we have been ripped off bad enough to notice.

All the old people appear to have apartments and a pension from what I understand. Many of the old people sell something in front of their apartment. We've seen sunflower seeds, peanuts, flowers, potatos, herbs, cigaretts, and clothing. The apartment house we live in has 5 floors, we're on the forth floor, no elevator. While their's not much grass around, the area between the apartment buildings has been divided into garden areas. They're wll tended for the most part. Mostly growing flowers, but I've seen Zuccine, potatos, onion, peppers, and cabbage, as well as various herds growing.

The people all dress in dark colors usually black. NO one going outside without a coat even on the 70 degree days. I don't think I've seen a bare arm anywhere. However, the young women wear VERY short skirts, and VERY low cut blouses, but heaven forbid they should bare an arm.

Our apartment is nice, nothing fancy, three bedrooms one bath, VERY small kitchen. The beds here are Hard. We're toughening up.

Wednesday, April 25, 2007

Alina and Vera (Veronica), a friend of the girls, she's being adopted by a family in Chicago.
Inna and Natasha, our interpreter, at a resturant in downtown Odessa. Natasha has been very helpfull and girls really like her.
The girls with their grandfather. We were able to meet him. He seems like a very good man. He lives near CarKiev, which is about 5 hours away by car. As you can see he's quite short, but a very powerfull man, barrel chested, thick powerfull hands, piercing steel blue eyes. I like him immediately. He spent 27 years as a midshipman/radioman, on diesel submarines for the Soviet Union. We were the first Americans he had ever met, he was very nervous. I wish I could have spoken to him, language differences are such a pain.
Just two more looks at their room. They're actually pretty nice rooms. Not many personal items, but clean and neat.


The girls, Inna on the left, and Alina on the rights, in their room in the Orphanage. There's eight girls to a room, it's spit down the middle by the wall on the left, so the appearance is that there's four girls to a side. The women Katrina's talking to is one of the teachers.