This Saturday was a little different. It actually started on Friday, here, at the San Cristobal Airport.
We said goodbye to Papi.
Then we three girls started on a 26-hour, 3,000-mile journey.
Our 5-hour flight from the mainland left at midnight. The girls did pretty well playing in the airport.
It was a little crazy, and little dodgy here and there. For example, in the Atlanta airport one of those baggage carts that drive through the airports almost ran down my girls. But no one got hurt, and they gave me some meal vouchers which I used to buy an unhealthy amount of fudge, so it turned out okay in the end. Also, it was not the best when my little girl threw up a few minutes after we landed in Portland, but I just tried to be grateful that this came at the end of our trip instead of at the beginning. In any case, we are here (in beautiful, rainy cold Oregon) with my parents enjoying grandparents, carpet, clean water, and a piano.
I hope your Christmas season is starting out well, too. Have a great day!