It's June now, almost three months from our fateful date in Dallas... and I am STILL working on getting the full story told. The good news is that apart from bug bites, some cultural issues, contracting a cold on the flight home (not super-tuberculosis) and requiring three months to pull myself out of the funk that remained after our much-deserved vacation jumped the tracks, we managed to survive.

Some parting pictures...

Here's my he-man of a husband, hoisting heavy bags into the Augusto Severin International Airport in Natal. No one knows who Augusto Severin is, but I'm guessing our buddy had bank.

And, recognizing a glimpse of hope for an uneventful trip home like no one else can, I found this little morsel in the menu from the burger joint where we grabbed a bite to eat before the flight. Why go home when they serve Oregon there? (read the English translation of the ingredients)