SCARLETT
Federal Centre of Sport Training
Novogorsk, Russia
My belly is flip-flopping like crazy as we make our way off the plane. Pam is jabbering on the phone to Georg and my eyes are darting around the place, taking in the total strangeness of being in a country halfway around the world.
"The guys are down in baggage claim," Pam announces as she finishes her call. "They have two cars waiting."
"Why do we need two cars?"
Pam's eyebrow goes up in response, her expression telling me precisely why we'll be needing two separate cars.
"Oh." How could I forget those two are still in honeymoon mode? They won't be delayed for the time it takes to ride from the airport to the athlete's village before they start banging. It's cute, really it is.
"It's interesting how much this looks like every other airport while also looking completely different," Pam comments. "There's a McDonalds. Weird, right?"
"I guess? I'm not very well traveled."