Now that I think about it, the real coda to our trip was the discovery that I'd managed to run my passport through the laundry. I didn't take it out of my jeans when we got home, and didn't think to check the pockets before putting them in the wash. It's pretty beat up, but the pages are all intact and legible. But I still think it's a good thing I don't plan on leaving the country any time soon. More time to flatten it out.