Oh Lordy. Did you know that Taipei is like, 15 hours ahead of us? And that when you come home you will feel like how you felt that night when you stayed out all night and had maybe one or two hundred cocktails and when you woke up in the morning it became painfully clear that You. Are. No. Longer. Able. To. Do. That. Like. Ever. Now insert that into the movie Groundhog Day and that is what my last three days have felt like. Yipes. Things culminated with me calling Jim in tears telling him I was leaving and possibly going into the witness relocation program. So a good nap later I was willing to hold off relocation and instead accept fish tacos for dinner. To recap: Sleep deprivation sucks but is temporary and more importantly do NOT underestimate the restorative effects of a good fish taco.

I brought a folded up big ole LL Bean tote bag in my luggage and it TOTALLY saved my life.
Oh crazy misunderstandings about what us Americans might eat, I will miss you.
Ellen fussed for a couple of minutes of the plane, but then slept like a pro for about 8 hours. Awesometastic.
When you go through immigration, we were told somewhere in this hallway Ellen is transformed into a citizen.
Whoa.
Finally in San Diego! We came home to family, friend and ended with some good old fashioned book reading. Like she had been here forever.

So we had to hit the ground running when we got home, which is the way it is with your second. Myles loooooooooves his sister and really loves taking care of her.

We are home. Tired but happy. I will post more when I get some

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