Home

Ah, San Diego.  After the frigid north, I can't tell you how nice it was to be in a place where you could go outside with wet hair and not get a cold.  (I caught the cold in Edmonton and it's been following me halfway around the continent.  I'm mostly better but can't seem to shake this dry cough.  That's what happens when Daddy doesn't get a break.)

We went through US customs in Vancouver.  When we entered Canada, Sarah and I showed our Canadian birth certificates. When we re-entered the US, the whole family showed our American passports.  I got the guy to stamp Nathan's passport; he is now a very well-traveled Bean.

After Edmonton, our multi-city tour took on a whirlwind aspect and I haven't had a chance to update until today - more than a week later.  There is other news, but I'll try to do it in chronological order.

We've made it to the first leg of our grand vacation.  First stop: Edmonton, Alberta, Canada.  City of Champions, home of the greatest hockey team that ever was, home to the largest mall and largest indoor amusement park in the world, and my birthplace.