This morning I had my first dream about going to Russia. As dreams can be, it was a bit odd. I was leaving my parents' home for the airport, and they and my grandparents were saying good bye to me. It wasn't sad or happy, but I was anxious to get going. I guess that is my subconcious getting ready! At least I didn't dream about walking into the mens' room in Moscow because I can't read the sign on the restroom door!