Off we go to the airport; we are anxious to be headed home. One last time I try to find a homeless dog to give a meat treat but none are to be found.
We unfortunately must deplane in Lima–my favorite place! And it’s special place in my heart is renewed when the entire plane is subjected to a thorough carry-on inspection at the gate (after we have been through security twice already). I vow that this is my last trip to South America!
We arrive at home sweet home at about 10:30pm and the dogs look like they can’t believe their eyes. Sleeping in our own bed with our doggies is a dream come true.
Epilogue:
Two weeks after our return, the doctor took 14 CCs of fluid off my knee and gave me a Cortisone shot. I sure hope that works!!