Well, no problems with the flight, and Grandma D. and Auntie K. came to pick us up, so we are now on our way to the cottage. The flights were actually fairly short, but for some reason the trip seemed to take a long time. Thanks to portable electronics, Anna was well enough behaved. The plane’s first officer was a tour guide wannabe, and had the whole plane rolling their eys and chuckling at overlong descriptions of whatever was beneath the plane. Ok, at this point we are fully vacationing. Where’s my beer?