Landing

We're on the ground now with an overtired Squeaker. She did fairly well on the flight, but there was some crying. Five and a half hours on the flight and she didn't sleep a wink in the air.

Between wheels down and the gate she passed out. Aunt Brite cried and the Daddy screamed. The church bells all were broken...

We've found a Greek restaurant and have settled down for a late lunch and an early dinner. Squeaker seems to be enjoying her falafel.