Well, all good things must come to an end. I had a four and a half hours flight to Tahiti, two hours of layover, and then a seven and a half hours flight to
I had made the pledge to watch movies until my eyes turned into little squares,
but only managed to squeeze in five movies before I fell asleep. The arrival in
LAX was OK (the whole automated passport control system is a multi-million
dollars failure, and seems to get slower every time I go through), and the trip
was quick and painless. Faby, DJ, and Ronaldito picked me at the airport, and
looking at my smiling grandson I felt the happiness of being back home.