Title: Annika's first words upon setting foot on Texan soil, when she spied an vending machine with Powerade on offer. She was duly impressed.
So, yes, we managed to find some exorbitantly priced flights to Dallas to attend Aunt Pat's funeral. Bereavement fares, my ass.
More on the funeral, the flight, and all that later. Now I must hurry back downstairs to Annika. Yes, we are in the hospital here in Dallas (Children's Medical Center of Dallas). Annika had an upper G.I. bleed, probably in her tummy, and we had to take her to the E.R. yesterday. So far she is doing great, and we did manage to make Pat's service, thank goodness. I hope I'll be able to update more later.