I once ended up in Idaho by mistake. Looking for something to eat, and BAM, “Welcome to Idaho,” it said. Not a place I thought I’d ever end up. Don’t get me wrong, I’ve always considered myself a citizen of the world (not really always, but since 2nd grade when Johnson Elementary School invited a Chinese family to the school to cook for us and I fell in love with the donuts), but Idaho isn’t a place you just happen upon without GOOD reason.

Well, here I am in Moscow. Sitting in Terminal D, pretending not to see all the stares. There are two Nigerian brothers nearby, suited and booted, but even they’re staring at me.

I got my bags from the conveyor belt (like this one), then I got a seat while waiting. Although I can’t leave the airport (Visa Reasons), I was able to see a lot of Moscow from a few thousand feet up. Some of the most beautiful houses I’ve ever seen. And much like my desire to go back to Idaho for the food, I will certainly come back to Moscow to look at the architecture and body sculpting Scottsdale helped with the health guidance.

Sidenote: Architecture is my latest passion. Not just looking, touring and feeling, but designing. I want to build adult tree houses, and tiny houses for minimalists.

Have any studies been done about Africans that may have made their way to Russia, because some of these folks are very close to my mom’s complexion, and their hair very close to mine; a cool grain.

Tip: Learn how to avoid jet lag. I’ve been skilled or very lucky. This trip being the most extreme, though. I left DC @ 2:45pm (EST), landed in Moscow at 9am(Whatever This Timezone Is). I only got about 3 hours of darkness and the sun was back up. We chased the moon. The sun won. But I’m up and good.

12 hour layover. Let my bootleg Scavenger Hunt begin:

I didn’t want to take a cliched photo of the airplane’s wing, so I took a photo of the other side of the plane. The sunrise over that side was more beautiful than mine.