Ukraine–the Impossible Dream?

<This was actually written the day before I left Lviv>

Here I sit, once again in Pasticceria Vittoria the day before I leave for Lviv. Finally, they’ve made my favorite eclairs. I am now required to overdose on them since I’ll be in Ukraine for a month.

This one week break between all this vast genealogy research for my second book has been relaxing. It has allowed my brain to rejuvenate. It has felt nice to be back in my bed. My temporary Italian bed, anyway. Continue reading