There were a few last-minute scares before my flight, both of which occurred when I tried to check in online the day before. I wasn’t being to allowed to complete my check-in, and when I called Delta, they said it was because I needed to have a return flight in order to enter Ukraine. Eek. I contacted D.C. and fortunately got a “dummy ticket” issued that evening so that my itinerary showed a return trip. However, the next obstacle was in indicating that I had more than two suitcases. Again, a call to Delta. The lady there thought there was an embargo in place that wouldn’t allow for more than two bags entering the country. Double eek. As I sat on hold for a while, I checked how much it would cost to send my third suitcase to Ukraine. I mean, maybe it wouldn’t matter that much. Uh, yes, yes it would. $880?? I was understandably relieved when the woman finally came back to say that the restriction was with the final Air France leg, and since I was flying Delta originally, it ought to be ok. The next morning, the woman at check-in took them without any question. Phew.
My last American meal was a quick burrito at Taco Bell in Minneapolis. And yes, I did have time for a croissant at the airport in Paris, although it was definitely an airport croissant, Paris or not. In Kyiv, things couldn’t have gone any more smoothly: no questioning at passport control, a trolley for my bags, absolutely no inspection through customs, and Liliia from the embassy waiting for me (along with Lisa, another EL Fellow) as soon as I emerged from customs. When I walked outside, I was hit by hot and humid weather! What?? Did I get on the right flight? They are having an unusual heat wave here right now.