We finally found INTERNET!!!

Sorry for the delay - we've been having trouble finding internet. It wasn't as easy to find as we were lead to believe. So, let's catch you up...

June 30
We arrive in Kiev without any trouble around 5 PM. We got off to a good start as all of our luggage arrived and getting through customs and immigration was a breeze. We were told once we got through customs, to look for someone holding a sign with our name on it. Sounds easy, right? not so...Once the door opened, there was hundreds of people holding up signs...all of them lined up like a mob, leaving only a little path between them all to walk through. We felt like we were walking in on a red carpet, all that was missing was flash photography. I (Sylvia) managed to find our name so I grabbed the driver and headed for the doors, not realizing that Matt was still stuck in the mob. In the mean time, the driver said "no english". Matt caught up with us and we got in the car, and drove in silence. (Just to fill you in, Matt hurt his back 3 days before we left. His Sacro-Iliac (SI) joint seized up. He had 3 chiropractor appointments in the 2 days before we left. As good of work that the chiro's did on his back, he still has lots of pain everyday. He's in a lot of pain in the mornings but with walking slowly gets better through out the day). Anyways, we drove for about 10 minutes at about 170 km/hr and I was the only one with a seatbelt on...apparently they are not required. As soon as we drove into Kiev itself, (the airport is located outside of the city) it reminded me of Poland. We kept driving...in silence...until we arrived at our appartment in a very nice neighbourhood. There, we were greeted by our landlady, our facilitator and our translator. After ironing out the appartment details, the landlady left us with explicit instructions to water the flowers and not burn down the appartment??? We then sat down with the facilitator and interpreter to review the adoption process once again. Although this was a very important discussion, the whole time we were sidetracked because of our interpreter - a gentleman and polite man, who looked and spoke with the same accent just like the actor in Borat.
After that, we were left on our own. By now it was around 8PM. We desperatly tried to find internet but were unsuccessful, so we went back to the appartment and ate some of the sausage we bought.
The appartment we're staying in is 55 Euros per night and it was built in 1930s. It is decorated with old paintings, decoratively painted 20 foot ceilings, and tons of interesting knicknacks. We assume that the lady lives here and moves away when opportunities like us come up. It has a very large living room, bedroom, full kitchen and bathroom, as well as 2 balconies.