We are finally home safely. Home is sweet when you can't wait to get home to smell your bed sheet, even when it doesn't smell fresh. It has been a long six days. Isaac, my youngest one, had never been away from home for more than a coupe days, and had never eaten out this much. By the end of the trip, he had turned into a monster. He was obviously distressed from being out of his element. It was difficult to go anywhere, especially restaurants with him. He developed this strange loud monster groan. He would made that noise when he's upset. We heard it frequently on the trip, which made it not to pleasant to be around him. My sweet father would hold him and keep him occupied whenever Isaac was being crazy. More about the trip and photos later.