We Are Going Home. This Time, We Mean It!

Ok, there's no putting it off. It's time to go home for real. The front desk at the hotel had a better route for us to use to get back to the airport via the train.

One interesting point that happened at security in the airport was the screener wanted to know why my wife doesn't have my last name. It's very simple. The women of Vietnam keep their father's last name their entire life. She's a US citizen, but she's still Vietnamese and always will be.

In Chicago, I found a very good hot dog in O'Hare. Otherwise, we had an un-eventful voyage home.