Seeing these pics makes me ready to go now. It looks like everyone had/is still having a great time
It's good to see Mark and Dennis again, but I almost didn't recognize them without the sheepdog. I guess a squirrel is easier to get through the airport.

And I hope everyone enjoyed the fine Cuban cigars. That's something else I'm hoping to enjoy when I get there. Maybe Robertson can point me to some fine tobacconists in the area.

Since it was a Burns supper:

My heart's in the Highlands, my heart is not here,
My heart's in the Highlands a-chasing the deer
Chasing the wild deer, and following the roe;
My heart's in the Highlands, whereever I go.