The Wonders of Flight

Our dear friends, the Velikanovs, treated us to an airplane museun visit as a farewell.

I probably can't fly this clear across the ocean

                                                                We had to take out a few vipers.

I must be getting rusty---Mom said the landing was a little rough.

 It feels like an amazing kink in reality that we actually are here, standing on the soil of a former USSR Republic, surrounded by evidence of Soviet technological progress.

. . . and enjoying the experience with East European friends who have become as close as family.

These are replicas of early Ukranian living.

They were displayed in small, medium and large.

Lilliputians live here?