The Journey Home
Woke up Puerto Vallarta. Packed. Quick breakfast at the restaurant. Checked out. Cab to the airport. Hung out at the airport. Flew to SFO. Joey sick most of way back—think she drank bad water at PV airport. Immigration uneventful. Hung out at Union Street Gastropub. Went to the gate. Flew to EUG. Waited for Dennis to pick up Joey. Drove my car home from the airport. Storm picking up—heard distant cracking, then giant backyard tree crashed down, followed by driveway tree. Winter cleanup ahead. Slept.