Aqui estamos en el mar de japon. Although I suppose not in actuality. When we're burning down the west coast highway this afternoon the more expansionist of the Japanese would be pleased as punch if they 1) heard me calling the pacific ocean the "sea of Japan" and 2) understood Spanish. In any event, we've discovered that eagle rider Seattle is located at the airport. So we're just going to pack our saddle bags and try to meet up with auntie poo and ratika for lunch. Alright, they're boarding us now and I've really given this iPhone a run for its word recognition money. Tootles!