I was so excited to be able to use FaceTime with the kids on my LONG layover in Chicago. I snapped some unflattering screenshots of us talking but somehow missed Solomon's picture. I had some not so praiseworthy deep dish at the airport, but I figured "when in Rome."
After hours of a layover they then delayed my flight by almost 3 more hours due to mechanical failure of some sort just as I was about to board.
The TVs left much to be desired. They were so old and I found myself a little disappointed in the poor movie options. I survived and before I knew it I was filling out my customs form, putting on some fresh makeup and we were landing. As I passed through customs in the middle of the night I was loudly hit on by a drunk Russian guy. As I quickly walked away (I made it through customs before he did) an American business man I started talking to told me he made sure to keep up with me just in case that guy pursued his desires to "take me dancing in Siberia" any further.
I was so excited to see my handsome international business man. We waited in a forever long line for a taxi and off to the hotel we went.
We had been apart for 4 weeks and it was so wonderful to be reunited again.
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