I have four gazillion photos to sort through and then share. But, don't worry, I plan to hone that down to under three gazillion. Today I'll simply share what it looks like to travel with San Geraldo.
It's a good thing I don't care about what anyone thinks (within reason).
On the other hand, San Geraldo is clearly without reason.
|AMAZINGLY, NOT SAN GERALDO UNDER THAT BLANKET.|
FLYING FROM NEW YORK TO MINNEAPOLIS.
|COMING IN FROM THE SCREEN PORCH AT NEPHEW AND|
NIECE-IN-LAW'S, RYAN AND EMILY'S, SIOUX FALLS, SOUTH DAKOTA.
|GREAT-NIECES AND GREAT-NEPHEW (ELOISE, ALICE, AND BENNETT).|
THEY WARMED THEIR BACKS AT THE FIREPLACE AND THEN WARMED SAN GERALDO.
(THAT'S AN 'ELOISE' STICKER ON HIS FOREHEAD.)
|AT A SUPPER CLUB IN SAINT PAUL, MINNESOTA (MORE ON THAT LATER).|
I HAVE NO RECOLLECTION OF WHAT WAS GOING ON HERE. (TOWEL AND FAN BOTH?)
|BALLARD, WASHINGTON (IN SEATTLE).|
TOO COLD. NO HAT.
TOO SUNNY. NO SUNGLASSES.
|NEW YORK TO MÁLAGA.|
OK, EVERYONE WAS COLD.
|PHASE 2. IT GOT A LITTLE BETTER LATER IN THE FLIGHT.|
|FED UP WITH ME AND MY CAMERA: "UH, JERRY, MAYBE YOU|
WANT TO TRY AGAIN... WITH THE CORRECT NUMBER OF FINGERS."
|"THAT'S MY BOY!"|