We arrived home to Málaga yesterday (Tuesday) morning. I feel great at the moment. Well, not at this specific moment. OK, now I feel great again. But only at the moment. Jet lag and two months of non-stop activity and travel.
I have four gazillion photos to sort through and then share. But, don’t worry, I plan to hone that down to under three gazillion. Today I’ll simply share what it looks like to travel with San Geraldo.
It’s a good thing I don’t care about what anyone thinks (within reason).
On the other hand, San Geraldo is clearly without reason.
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| AMAZINGLY, NOT SAN GERALDO UNDER THAT BLANKET. FLYING FROM NEW YORK TO MINNEAPOLIS. |
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| COMING IN FROM THE SCREEN PORCH AT NEPHEW AND NIECE-IN-LAW’S, RYAN AND EMILY’S, SIOUX FALLS, SOUTH DAKOTA. |
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| GREAT-NIECES AND GREAT-NEPHEW (ELOISE, ALICE, AND BENNETT). THEY WARMED THEIR BACKS AT THE FIREPLACE AND THEN WARMED SAN GERALDO. (THAT’S AN ‘ELOISE’ STICKER ON HIS FOREHEAD.) |
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| AT A SUPPER CLUB IN SAINT PAUL, MINNESOTA (MORE ON THAT LATER). I HAVE NO RECOLLECTION OF WHAT WAS GOING ON HERE. (TOWEL AND FAN BOTH?) |
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| BALLARD, WASHINGTON (IN SEATTLE). TOO COLD. NO HAT. |
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| BALLARD (AGAIN). TOO SUNNY. NO SUNGLASSES. |
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| NEW YORK TO MÁLAGA. OK, EVERYONE WAS COLD. |
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| PHASE 2. IT GOT A LITTLE BETTER LATER IN THE FLIGHT. |
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| FED UP WITH ME AND MY CAMERA: “UH, JERRY, MAYBE YOU WANT TO TRY AGAIN… WITH THE CORRECT NUMBER OF FINGERS.” |
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| “THAT’S MY BOY!” |
