I wish I could have bottled up the complete and utter Irishness of the taxi cab driver this morning from the hotel to airport. Could have listened to him all day. Just lovely. I’d like that voice and lilt to be the voice of my GPS. Would be so much fun. We’re at the airport, ready to do. I miss my own beds and pillows, clean clothes, and especially our kitty cats. Sounds like it has been very warm back home.