Snow

That's what welcomed us back today in New York. It's better than the fore-casted "Wintery Mix," which is the worst kind of weather. It's very cold and Cyra is devasted that her daddy had to go back to work (she calls him My daddy--she's quite possessive). Also, she keeps wanting to go outside and looking for lizards on our walls. The flight back was challenging and we stayed a night in a Hong Kong, which was nice. The last few hours of the flight, Cyra put her backpack on and kept saying: I'm ready for go. I want to get off the plane. She didn't care that we were flying over the north pole (literally), she just wanted to get off the plane. I told her it was cold, but she kept saying that she had a jacket and that she just wanted to get off. Anyway, we're back now. Usually, when we are away for a while, there comes a point in the trip when we are ready to come back home. Not this time. We were pretty sad to leave Bali. But we are excited to see our friends and family--but I guess it would be pretty cool if our friends and family were all in Bali.