Not in Kansas anymore... well not quite!

I know I have used that line before during some blogging time and place... but this time it seems the right one to use. While not in Kansas, I think this part of Minnesota probably resembles to majority of the Mid-West plains... maybe not...

So we made it across the Atlantic in one piece... a little more stiff and sore than our last touch down, but still with sanity intact. Possibly because my expectations of North West were not exactly high, it really didn't seem like a bad flight at all. I was interested to see what going through customs would be like considering where our trip originated from. I think the biggest problem we had was understanding what the customs officer was saying in his, what sounded to me, thick Jersey accent. Even though we were the last to make it through immigration (and the airport seemed virtually deserted) we still had enough time to get outside and breathe in some Boston air.

Off to Minneapolis, over the Great Lakes... to be greeted by Sis and Bro-in-law. Rain, as in REAL rain... something we haven't seen for a long time! REAL green grass... not through irrigation. OK... so this ain't Kansas, but it sure isn't the Arabian desert either!