El back-o

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Back to work. We spent approximately 3,472 hours on the plane yesterday, and are safely back in Jet City, where it is dark. And cold. And wet. May I go back to Barcelona now?

Managed to get all my Stitches home safely. I squoze almost everything into my big pack, including the incredibly huge Stitch pillow, and then carried on my biggest plushie Stitch on the plane for company. (It was quite amusing to see a bagfull of Stitch go through all the X-ray machines.)

While we were in Sitges, we learned about an upcoing Star Wars conference in PARIS!! Mai oui! Euro Disney, here I come. Gus and Duncan were a bit concerned that the con would be too small to bother about. Philip gallantly volunteered to check it out for us. "I weel call zem, and I weel ask, weel your conference be a good one, or weel it be zee shit?" We got a fax last night that our Gaullic friend made it home to Charvonnex safely along with Alien and Predator and the rest, and his horrible Boonee cat was waiting for him. And Duncan and Anne are back in KC, bearing about 500 lbs of Spanish Star Wars comics.