Back from a week which was simultaneously nothing like we expected it to be, and a lot of fun. Staying with a family in a foreign country -- especially one with small children -- is very different from camping on the sofas of friends or staying in nice hotels. Quite refreshing, actually, but the kids in question were not all bad and we were given authority to make them behave by the parents, which makes things much easier.
Two notes on travel as I get older: business class is my new best friend, and economy class is, well, about as horrible as it can get, except on old planes with the tight spacing on the seats, where it's unbearable. I stood half the flight to get the kinks out of my legs, and keep in mind that I'm a pretty small person and generally fit nicely into airline seats.
Also, a week in a distant time zone is just long enough to get really settled in, before you have to turn around and come back.
We're taking turns at the miniscule bath tub, then off to bed early (except that for us it's the middle of the night).
