|Breathtaking sunset over the Pacific|
|Our tiny Mexican family|
|Stuffing our faces again|
|One of the twenty crocodiles at Playa Linda|
|My goddaughter with baby and teeth|
|I can't believe I ate so much, again|
We barely made the gate to my next plane, where R2 and I parted company with only a few leaky tears from me. He flew to Chicago, where his Singapore reservation mysteriously disappeared, was rerouted through Beijing almost freezing to death with the ten hour layover. I went to Denver for an overnighter before I boarded a miniscule plane to Canada to surprise my family for Christmas.