Home.

We had exactly 23 hours in Singapore before flying back to Minnesota, and we tried to make the most of it.  We ran a couple of last minute errands, checked in on the dog (she was fine), re-packed to try and make our 32kg limit on  our luggage (made it!), and had one last dinner with friends.

I held my little buddy Winston one last time...

And we were off.

A short 22 hours later, we were descending down into the frozen tundra.

That's not a small town...

It's an ice-fishing village.

Let's compare Singapore in January

To Minneapolis.

Here's a shot of the lake near our house... look close and you'll see ice rinks are all ready for the National Pond Hockey Championships.  We're famous for more than the Mall of America, don't cha know.

And what's the first thing we did when we got home?

Watch Millie's first pounce in the snow...



And shovel the sidewalk, of course.

Goodbye crazy cabdrivers and sweaty walks with the dog, hello slippery sidewalks and wearing long underwear to work!  It's good to be home...