Ok - I have finally gotten back to a computer. It seems Riley is too Americanized and doesn't want to walk really at all. And everyone here walks. So I am waiting for Dejan's sister to borrow a stroller from a friend so that I can better accommodate "The Princess."

Let's see. The flight to Budapest. Well Truman always wanted the window seat but didn't want to crawl over me and Riley to rush to the bathroom to puke so she made use of the barf bags - regularly I might add. I felt so bad for Truman. She was miserable and there was not much I could do for her. Riley continued to wonder why we weren't there yet. The three and a half hour flight was fairly uneventful since we were able to keep the puke in the bags and not on any of us.

We then had a six hour layover at the Budapest airport. (BTW - Hungary will probably not be top on my list of places I would like to visit.) The section of the airport we were in was fairly new and spotless I might add so that was in our favor. But, for some God forsaken reason there was only ONE bathroom at the entire airport! Being we were three females traveling together I must have visited the restroom at least 20 times during that six hour period. Another plus was the chairs did not have arm rests in between the seats so you could take up an entire row lying down, which all three of us took advantage of at one point or another. By this point Truman had still not been able to keep any food down and Riley kept saying the food "didn't taste right." She ordered spagetti in London and pizza in Budapest but I just don't think they met her American taste bud standards.

When checking in for the last flight the airline staff informs us the plane is too small to hold our carry ons and they must be checked in; as suspected we got stuck with a prop plane for our final leg of the journey. But we make it. All in all we each had maybe 3 or 4 hours of sleep. I am probably as close to a melt down as Riley was. To have to explain to her we then had to go through customs before seeing Baba and Dedo was beyond her comprehension. She just wanted it over with. Luckily, in Macedonia some old school tactics apply. Often who you know or who you can pay can go a long way. When we arrived to the baggage area a gentlemen immediately came up to me - "Angela?" He was already putting our 6 pieces of luggage together and then walked us through to customs. Once in customs another gentleman asked, "Angela?" and then motioned for us to go on. No opening of bags, no questions, nothing. Ah, the first "easy" thing we have incurred in over 24 hours!