Rob wrote this yesterday - today he's in Svalyava WITH our facilitator. PTL! (our facilitator passed her kidney stone WHILE on the phone with Rob (awkward) - maybe he'll blog about that one later...)
If our facilitator isn't able to travel with me, then Pasha will pick me up at the train station, take me to the court, the orphanage, the photo studio, and then to cities with Tolienesque names like "Ukghorod" and "Perechyn." While at all the appropriate offices, Pasha will call Helen (our facilitator) and read the forms to her. Then Helen will tell me what information she needs from me, which she will then translate to Pasha. That much is doable.
But this process has required more than just paperwork, it's needed a certain amount of finesse that can't be done over the phone. Helen needs to talk to the right people to get things working smoothly, and I don't think she'll be able to do that from Kiev.
So I'm all packed up again (mostly) and am loading up my ipod with episodes of Battlestar Galactica, a show I just started watching (thanks Nate!), and I'm going to have some pizza and ice cream before I go. I do love pierogies, potatoes, and borscht, but a man has his needs...