Chapter 46
The smells emanating from the kitchen were hypnotizing. I love the smell of bacon in the morning! My stomach was growling like an extremely pissed-off grizzly bear woken up too early from his winter hibernation. After many meals of bread, instant noodles and canned food that looked more suitable for canines than humans, I was craving some real food. Judging by the sights, smells and sounds coming from the cavernous kitchen in this traditional Ukrainian house on the shores of the Black Sea, my prayers were about to be answered.
I still couldn’t believe where I was and what I was doing. Just a few short days ago I had been fulfilling my destiny of winning an Olympic gold medal, and just a few minutes ago I had been greeted by an old Ukrainian Babushka. The old grandmother was hu
