How can we miss you if you won't go away?


Yeah, I know that's what some of you must be thinking. But we can’t help it, we love being tourists to America, so we visited in January. Our adventures included a belated holiday party in San Francisco -- it was a great party, but we were having so much fun we forgot to use the camera, darn it, so lamely, we only took pictures of the first guests and the hosts. Be forewarned, if you want to be in the blog, show up early. Thanks to Marija, not only for hosting us, but for doing all the cooking, too.

Allison had a few days of work to do Arizona, so we flew to Phoenix where we got to meet up with my Uncle Sol and Aunt Pat (send pictures, Uncle Sol!).

Then we had a little birthday reunion up in Sedona. My birthday, Allison’s, and Barbara’s (my mom-in-law) all cluster together at the end of Jan. start of Feb., and that was our excuse. We stayed at a ginormous (yes, it’s in the O.E. D.) house just outside of town in scintillating Cornville, and immediately started acting like Americans, eating a lot, having people treat us like royalty at the spa, and of course, shopping, at a cool artist community called Tlaqueplaque.

The next day we went to another little artist’s village called Jerome and ate like crazy again. To work off all that eating we hiked Boynton Canyon in Sedona’s Red Rocks area – gorgeous, hot in the sun, and freezing in the shade.

The next day we went to see some Indian ruins that had been around for hundreds of years, though Turk almost managed to knock down the doorway with his backpack. The caves had petroglyphs, including one is thought to be a calendar showing the position of the sun over the mountains at the solstices. We then hiked Devil’s Bridge and almost gave Barbara a coronary occlusion by jumping and dancing on the bridge. She vowed to have no sympathy for us when our own little ones torment us.

The rest of the family departed at 4 am, and Allison and I, loving our sleep a little more, meandered back to Phoenix by way of Montezuma’s Well and Montezuma’s Castle. The early European invaders – oops, I mean explorers – were mixed up about the origins of these ruins (ain’t these some a’ them there Aztec ruins?), hence the names.

Now we’re back in Hong Kong, but about to leave for northern India, the setting for our next blog adventures, some time in February.

Oh, how could I forget? My wonderful wife is just a wee bit self-conscious about the fact that she appears plump in the photos (well, she thinks so). The fact is, we’re expecting. As in, a baby. A sneak preview appears as photo number 4, above.

In theaters July 7th.