You aren't gonna believe what happened when we arrived in Canada. We lost Pablo! When it was time to leave Mexico we realized that Pablo didn't have a passport because he was born in Mexico and we never even thought to get him one. We decided it would be ok to just hide him in one of the checked bags. Well we got home and, naturally, the airline lost our luggage. We were frantic but we didn't want anybody to know Pablo was hiding in one of the bags so we had to keep cool. When the airline called yesterday saying they'd found our bags we were elated! Unfortunately the elation didn't last because the bag Pablo was in was empty. 
I don't know what could have happened to him. I'm sure he'll find his way home soon, he's such a smart boy. I miss him terribly. One good thing about leaving Mexico, though, is the fact that we are free of French Frieda again. 
Mr. Potatohead left a note on the door saying we had moved to Iceland or somewhere cold like that. That was such a good idea. He is such a smart guy sometimes. Well I better get going. I still have some unpacking to do. Bye for now.Mrs. Potatohead.
Meanwhile and far away............................
