I’m back from Moldova and I’ve never been more tired in my life. First of all there was some big terrorist scare at the airport the morning I was flying out. Had to dump three bottles of gator aid and a perfectly good fifth of Wild Turkey at the security point. My flight was 12 hours late. By the time I got to may parents place in the Moldovan countryside it was three days later. I spent all of 24 hours at home before turning around and coming back. Still, I had a chance to do some fishing and bowling, we played shuffle board, and I did see a few good accordion acts perform at the local tavern. That part was pretty good.