If You Can’t Go Home Bring Home to You!

It’s a cool crisp morning in Madrid, Spain. The anticipation is high and the boys have no idea what awaits them at “arrivals gate” but first we need to traverse the city on the Madrid Metro. 3 trains and a mountain of stairs between lines “Why don’t they have escalators going down?” asks Eamon, curiously. Porque, porque porque????

Madrid is a city known for its night life but not its morning commute. We’re grateful for the easy path to the Metro and our human GPS, Ann Glavin, is pinging like a Tom-Tom, “go right here”, “go left here” and “go 50 meters”…”Did she say meters?” As Abigail would say “The bossy lady said “go right!”

The wait at “International Arrivals” is, as expected, long and tiresome but we’re within 60-75 minutes to springing the surprise on the kids. Like the Navy said in WWII “Loose lips sink ships” and we’re so close to keeping the secret for 5 months. We wonder “What they will think?” and “What will they do?”

The doors to “passport control” are cloudy and there is a cold aluminum railing that keeps the arriving passengers from those already on Spanish terra firma. As the door splits like a banana every few seconds we peer longingly into the space hoping to catch a glimpse of the arriving “packages” from the USA. With each open/close sequence of the opaque doors a group is happy to see their loved ones and many are sad as they must wait just a few more minutes that seem like hours. The passengers that arrive through the door smile at the eruption of joy from their waiting family, boyfriend/girlfriend, aunt or uncle. The smile is usually brief as the dog tired face returns from the overnight overseas trip.

Seamus and Pearse look wantonly and you can see them almost crest fallen as the door slams shut time and time again. “Where is mom-mom?” “How come all these people are in front of her?” I suspect that a few passengers would have let her go in front of them if they knew that the grandkids were waiting 5 months to see their mom-mom. Everyone knows that feeling. A “mom-mom hug” is like being wrapped up in a warm blanket next to a fire.

I stand behind the boys as the magical moment arrives, Pearse yelps “There’s mom-mom” and Seamus still unsure that the 8 year old has it right after a few “false alarms” Within seconds, Sam Glavin pops out from behind his mom-mom and Pearse and Seamus look shocked and dare I say bewildered. They bolt from their crouched positions slightly below the Aluminum railing, barely missing their heads on the 3 tiered bar and they rush to see their cousin. In the blink of an eye mom-mom is playing second fiddle to the new surprise arrival. Like a celebrity Sam hugs his cousins as if to say “What you’re surprised!”

A warm embrace for mom-mom and Ann makes a quick exit to see if Ryan Air has an early flight to Valencia. As I hold my mother close and whisper “it’s great to see you here” I think “This is why mom’s aren’t allowed to visit soldiers!!!

Episodes Gone Wrong

Due to the inability to retrieve the videos from Istanbul Turkey, and Israel, I regret to inform you that there will be no videos from these locations. I am sorry for the inconvenience. I will be picking up the series from Episode 4, Budapest, Hungary.

Again sorry for the other videos not being put up.

Goodbye Vienna and Hello Valencia

The walk to the u-bahn was cool and crisp like any Fall day. It seemed like a good idea to dress for the warm weather in Spain this morning but the goose bumps on Pearse’s arms suggested otherwise. We dragged everything we own in Europe, 2 full duffle bags and 5 rolling suitcases, up and out the door to the corner of 11 Schubertgasse and Sobieskigasse. We’d walked, run, scootered, and ambled by this corner of our apt 1000’s of times, but this morning it will be the last time. It is bitter sweet as we know the great adventure that awaits us in Valencia Spain but it is here that the expedition first docked. There is a magic about your “first” anything like First Communion, first pheasant from the cornfield, your first “A” in College (I think), your first job or your first car. It was here in 11 Schubertgasse that we first gelled into Team Glavin. We will miss this apt and its quirky windows, skinny laundry room, fickle radiators and ever-present landlord. We’ll remember that it was “home” and where all the travel fears of both the parents and the kids were replaced by the knowledge that if we stuck together we could do anything. “Yes” 11 Schubertgasse you will be missed.

Up Nubdorferstrabe we go, dad with 2 duffels fittingly colored orange and blue Pearse’s and Seamus’ favorite colors. Seamus tows 2 roller suitcases behind him and everyone else with one and the miscellaneous small pillows and carry-on bags etc. We’re glad it is a short walk of 4 blocks or so to the station. The ADA could do some consulting here in Europe, not so “handicap friendly” and the only elevator to the platform, you guessed it “out of order” or least we think that was the case 5 minutes of “button pushing” and no glass encased car arriving. Up to the platform we trudged. We’ve had lots of practice at this but the added duffel bags change the calculus just a bit. The sweat beads pop on my just shaved red face and a quick look back and I see Ann wishes she purchased lighter books. Seamus and Eamon work as a team on their 3 bags and Pearse, already at the top of the staircase platform, looks like the smug guy in the weight room that can’t understand why you think benching 2 plates per side, 225lbs, is so difficult. As I reach the top of the platform I am grateful that I won’t have to lift these bags but one more time in Vienna. Ann is equally grateful. Of course we still have some work to get to the Air Berlin counter.

We wait patiently for the u-bahn and we’re silently glad we “just missed” the last one. The recovery time is needed by all. The extra time gives all those on the platform time to readjust their car selection too. One look at our bunch with bags, loud excited kids and sweaty parents and folks get the “oh no not this early in the morning” look. It’s like watching Moses part the Red Sea. As the subway car pulls to the station ready to stop we adjust quickly looking for the “emptiest” cars and make the mad dash to get all bags and kids on the car, no easy feat but one that has been perfected these last 4 months. We have 1 stop and then change u-bahn lines for the last 6 stops of our Vienna experience. Eamon polishes off the last of his apple juice, Pearse mimics the overhead loud speaker to the delight of the old folks riding with us in our car and Seamus tweaks Eamon as is the wont of the middle son. Ann and I plot the moves for the next 40 minutes “you buy CAT (city airport train) tickets and I’ll get the bags weighed in and get us checked in etc.” says Ann. The only tough part left is ascending the stairs at Landstrabe station which, naturally, is under construction. The staircase is temporary and reminds me of those loud metal stadium steps found at high school football fields all over America. Clackety clack clack go the wheels of the rollers on the suitcases once we get to the top of the 3 turn, 9 risers each, staircase. It is a cacophony of aluminum meets urethane noise like nothing you’ve heard that would make the almost deaf wince. I can’t wait to get to the asphalt that will lead us to the CAT building and the convenient “city check in” for Air Berlin.

Bags checked and time left to catch our breadth before the lime green and black CAT whisks us the 16 minutes to Vienna Airport. We chuckle as we recall the time I had the whole CAT train sing “Happy Birthday” to Seamus as some folks did it in German and some did it in English. Eamon burrows into the seat for the precious nap, it’s been almost 4 hours awake and he’s “teenage exhausted” and Pearse pops his thumb and forefinger on his iTouch making it and him dance. Seamus wonders aloud, “Dad you think the Phillies got a chance?” All is well as we finish these last minutes in Austria.


The touchdown in Valencia, after a brief stop in Mallorca, is easy if not slightly late. We got a great view of the city from the plane and the Mediterranean Sea has special allure. It is said to be the Sea of Culture and I have no doubt it will add to the adventurous storyline of Team Glavin. The warm air of Valencia is invigorating and it reminds me of the first hours of a winter vacation to Florida. As we exit the airport, grateful for possession of all the bags, we saunter to the “Taxi stand.” With 7 bags and 5 people in a country that doesn’t believe in Ford Excursions we’ll need 2 gas efficient cars. The kids spot the palm trees and orange trees exiting the airport and they are delighted, knowing that where there are palm trees there are beaches.
We stop in front of the huge white 32 floor apartment that we’ll call home for 5 weeks. The kids love the fact that we’re on piso (floor) 29. Eamon jokes “it has a balcony doesn’t it? A quick way to get Pearse out of his life” he chortles. We’re a bit apprehensive as this was an “internet find”. Here’s to hoping that it’s clean comfortable and efficient. As the “puerta” (door) marked “139” opens you can feel the high rise wind rush in and wrap around you. The kids quickly explore the bedrooms and get to marking them like animals in the wild sans peeing on them. The apartment is just grand. A wonderful view of the city of Valencia and the Arts and Sciences canal, the Mediteranean off to the left and in the distance to the right the Spanish mountains. The sun is setting over the mountains as we make final arrangements with the real estate agent and Pearse hits “on” for the flat screen 32" HDTV and to his delight the Disney channel is in English. He looks at us and says “Best apartment yet!” Where’s Vienna again?

Goodbye Wien by Pearse

We started in Wien and finished in four very short months. These are the things in Wien I will miss…
• The food was great
• Our very, very big apartment
• The HAM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
• The breaded turkey
• The great gouda cheese
• The English book store
• The money is easy to understand
• The U-Bahn and Tram they’re both easy transportation
• The pizza from PIZZA MAN
• And mostly the Schoenbrunn palace TRAMPOLINES!

These are the reasons I will not miss about Wien:
• All the stores close on Sunday
• It is cold during the fall when you are not prepared for it
• The people don’t speak English
• They don’t have I-Tunes gift cards
• NO WAWA’s!!!!!
• No Football; their football here is Soccer
• No Baseball
• No Halloween!!!
• The time change is six hours more than the United States
• NO CHEETOES!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Those are the best reasons I have… <[^^,]>

Wien is the best city to get Mozart chocolate. It is everywhere. There is the best internet in our apartment. WOOHOO internet ROCKS!!!!! Wien: the land of IKEA merchandise.

This I my blog that I wrote on my new MACBOOK PRO 2009 Edition By Seamus

Vienna has many things that I will miss, but I enjoyed every minute of being here. The first of many things that I will miss about Vienna is the PUBLIC TRANSPORTATION. While I was in my home in PA we had to drive EVERYWHERE and when I say everywhere I mean EVERYWHERE. In Vienna it was very different, we took the public transportation everywhere the Tram (trolley), the U-Bhan (subway), or Bus (bus). It was easy to get tickets for the public transportation and while you were on any sort of public transportation you felt safe and never threatened. My parent even let us go on it by ourselves many times. Another major thing that I will miss about Vienna is that people helped you if needed it, and almost all of the people spoke a little bit of English. BTW, I don’t speak any German! Almost everyone who we asked to help us, they said “ok”. The apartment we stayed in was “city center” so we were really close to St. Steven’s cathedral, which is the main square, aka platz. One thing I will not miss is some parts of our apartment like IKEA things are everywhere and as Uncle Gene says “IKEA is Swedish for Junk”. I won’t miss the people upstairs, who constantly seem to have a stomping contests called, “let’s see who can stomp the loudest and annoy the Americans.” Well at least that’s how it feels for me on the first floor when laying in bed. I won’t miss the “drunk” people walking by the window who are trying to talk to the whole world and not just the person right next to them. Before we came to Vienna we planned, as a family, which city was going to be our so-called “home base” and I think that picking Vienna was a “Home Run”. I will miss Vienna, but at least it successfully carried us through 4 months (1/3) of our vacation, excursion, travels, or whatever you want to call it.

Vienna, the Land of the Missing Glavin's

Vienna, Austria was the best city for a home base and there were plenty of reasons; these are just a few.

1. The transportation system was simply incredible and very kid-friendly. We were impressed at how easy it was to get tickets, and get from one side of the city to the other. The U-Bahn and tram were always on time, and they were straightforward. Anyone could find out how to get to Stephensplatz from Waringer Strasse. The Trams were just small subways (that were above ground). Trams are useful when you were in between U-Bahn stops, and especially trying to not become Closter Phobic in the U-Bahn. Also there was a useful “Hydro-Foil” for people traveling to Bratislava on the Danube River.

2. Vienna was really clean and was beautiful. The streets were cleaned almost every night. The only litter was the millions of cigar butts in the sewers and corners of dark allies. The city of Vienna had great architecture, from churches to government buildings. The St. Stephens Cathedral was our home church and it has the best saying, “Anyone can find St. Stephens.” Which is true to its title because of how large and well know it is. There is scaffolding on the outside of it for reconstruction; therefore they put a tarp over the scaffolding with a picture showing what is underneath.

3. It had a lot of history. Mozart lived in 85 apartments there; the Hapsburg’s dynasty was located in their two overly humungous palaces; the Lipizzaner stallions are raised, trained, and originated there; the Vienna Boys Choir (who are amazing); all in the city if Vienna. They have a museum quarter with ancient rocks (fascinating), animals, art, and documents. In the court yard there is a large statue of Maria Teresa, a Hapsburg Queen.

4. Our landlord, John, was hilarious. He always seemed to overbook apartments. That’s why we went to Budapest, Hungary and Istanbul, Turkey, AND why an 80 year old man stayed with us for a night. He always seemed to pop up during our nightly sessions of 24© or 5 minutes after we have arrived back from a trip.

Experienced and Well Travelled

I came to life in Shanghai, China, unbeknownst to so many Americans. I am sleek with a shiny, silver uni-body and I purr like a new Porsche if you just hit the “on” button. I have many unique features but we’ll talk more about that later. Mine is a journey that will move me thousands of miles through the Far East and into the great American frontier that spawned a failed vice presidential bid in Alaska and from there into the land of smoked ribs and the Blues. I’ll leave the Smokey mountain state after a short stay and its up in the pressurized hold of the purple and orange chariot of the sky and into the land that is the Keystone State, home to the signing of arguably the greatest document in governance history, the Constitution. How cool would it be if I was there some 225+ years ago? Guttenberg who?

The tough legs of the journey are but ½ through but I am close to connecting to my first stop within my new family and as I make the way up I-95, “Is that a sign?” “Does it say The First State?” “Yes, yes” it is and I couldn’t be happier. I saw that DE was on the “shipping label.” I wonder if my new owner will be kind, gentle and smart! You know how these things go, sometimes it’s all about the e-mail, and watching movies but I have depth going for me. I am special and capable of doing so so much more. I hope you’re not one of those that think ½ a terra-bite storage is just for document management. Lassiter made Pixar’s Toy Story come to life during my grand pops hey day, it’s in my genes to make things come together, look I have iLife. As grand pop always says “You got a friend in me.”

I am whisked away from DE, as fast as I arrive. I take a quick glimpse through my iSight as the Toyota van filled with kids, Mary and Catherine, and someone, I think, Catherine asked “Mommy, where are we taking him?” She replies “The Company is sending him to connect with his new owner.” “Is it far?” asks Catherine rocking and swaying to the music. Mommy says “I’ll say, it’s all the way in the Middle East at a place called ‘Israel’.” “WHAT!" is my surprised reaction. Do you know what they use computers for in the Middle East, I think to myself? I’m a lover not a fighter. If I only had legs, I’d be outta here.

After the drop off, I’m waiting on a 6” ledge marked “shipping” while holding on for dear life at a place called “Total Scope Inc”. I remember “processing” stuff about companies like this, filled with big black computing antiquities, and my fast as lightening RAM spits out the image that says “DELL”. Do people still use these things? I guess the “blue screen, please reboot” has some kind of power over corporate people. They must like “pounding the desk” and using words that get guys like me locked in a brief case and labeled “for personal use only.”

Things really get busy around me @ 5:30 and I’m sitting next to some funky stuff, 6ft black bodied snakes, mostly medical things that have eyes on both ends, and I hear that they get used at both ends too, YUK! I hope they’re not in the box with me. As I get moved around from here to there I see the lady in the Toyota was right, the label says Scot’s Hotel Tiberias Israel. You know Shanghai ain’t that far from Israel. You couldda made it a much shorter trip, ya know, but like most things my age “we do what you input.” Just before they close up my box there’s an argument and some kind of tussle. Who is this Denis they speak of? I hear the dreaded words “It’ll be cheaper if we ship’em together” All I can think is “Please, no food or drink in my box, they must know that I’m allergic to shipping peanuts!” In comes another box. I am panning with my iSight just like everyone on a plane hoping the last guy doesn’t take the middle seat next to you and if you have to give up the room you hope he’s not one of those 50” flat screen LCD’s. You can never get comfortable with those gangly things next to you especially on such a long flight. I hope he has some personality but not too much if you know what I mean. He takes the spot next to me, sheds his brown box and what do you know, I knew him at the factory in Shanghai China. Hey, “What are you doing here?” My boxmate says “Headed to Israel” I say “Hey sparky, they put us in the same box I know you’re going to Tiberias.” These 13” guys just don’t have the same processing speed or memory but they have lots of personality. I’ll have plenty of time to get to know this fella, its an 864 mile connector to Memphis and then 6,500 miles to Israel.

It’s a cold trip at 30,000 feet and we make a brief stop for more ribs and music in Memphis, Tennessee. A couple guys, one named FED and the other EX, looked over at us and said “We remember you, weren’t you here 2-4 days ago?” I quip “I just go where they send me fellas and if everything breaks right I’ll have enough frequent flier miles for a free mouse or World of Warcraft game or something”. Into yet another plane we go, boxed in with packages of all shapes and sizes, some to going Tel Aviv, Hebron, and others to Jerusalem. It’ll be cool to “come to iLife” in Galilee, pretty ironic don’t you think?

Israel customs, like passport control for humans, is lots of waiting with a few tense moments as guys in uniform look over all my paperwork. They don’t just let anyone into the country. I’m not an expert but something doesn’t seem right. In China they just scanned and stamped me and in Anchorage they passed a wand over me and I was good to go and was on my way like the “nothing to declare line” that always moves so quickly. There seems to be an issue, first there are 2 guys and then 3 and now a guy with a gun joins them. Hmmm, if I was a marvel cartoon character my “spider” senses would be tingling. I hear the dreaded words “We gotta call the recipient.” I am not an expert but that can’t be good. 13” is sitting beside me, nervous and quiet. “It’s always the little ones that get picked on”, he says. Relax little guy those Total Scope Inc guys are experts. We’ll be fine. I am in ear shot of the conversation and I relay it to 13”, “Something about a VAT and 2 computers in the same box is a security threat.” What do they mean when they say “He has to have an import license to get 2 computers into the country?” We sit a few days and watch everything known to man pass us by and the customs guy just saying “yes”, “yes”, “yes” “yes”. We just need to hear those 3 letters and we’ll be in a van for 90 minutes an then springing to life. "We’re so so so close 13” I can feel it." Glad this warehouse is air conditioned, “Did you see all those guys sweating out there?”

The customs manager and a bunch of guys huddle next to me. Its times like these you’re glad you have a “state of the art microphone.” The burly guy with the olive skin and a 2 day beard says “Put’em back on the plane!” “They don’t want to pay the tax and play by our rules.” 13” looks at me, and I think, did he say 'back to the plane?' So i asked "Come on, did he really say 'back on the plane?'” 13” says let me talk to them “We came from the USA, we’re the best damn friends Israel has in the world.” Nice try kid but we’re headed back to the USA. “Buckle up, turn on your Garage Band and make some tunes. I'm switching my iPod on putting in my ear buds and chillin. As the saying goes “Israel, nice place to visit but wouldn’t want to live there.” I wonder if the Department of Israeli commerce knows how many times this story will be told? I wonder if they care.

My friends FED and EX look at us a bit quizzically as we slide by on the conveyor. The red spiderweb scan alerts them “Priority”. Fed looks at EX and says “There must be some pissed off folks at Total Scope Inc.” We never ship for FREE to international. Let’s get it sorted and on the way to Boothwyn.” 13” says to me “Please tell me we’re no going to be sitting at TSI staring at the black snakes again, they give me the creeps.”

We don’t sit to long and my sensitive Mic picks up passing bites of information “Screw customs,” “If Fex Ex can’t deliver find someone else.” “Call UPS and get it right” I don’t know who’s directing all this but my iSight can see his head is red and he has no hair. 13” needs some air and his prayers are answered as they take him out of the box. He’s a good kid, plenty strong and fast but needs some attention and guidance.

I get jotled and turned around 5-6 times and hear the labels being ripped off like old scabs. “No signs of Fed EX on this box” gets yelled. A new label is coming at me. It starts with an “A” ends with an “a”. Maybe I’m going to Alabama? Hold on “Does that say international? Please not Africa!” I hear they have power issues there; I only have 7 hour battery life. Whew it says “Austria.” I hear great things about Austria, music , architecture, strudel. Wait please tell me, “What about my buddy 13”?” Some guy Jimmy yells to Joe “Make sure that 13” gets the same label. They leave in 15 minutes and we don’t want them to miss their flight. They go to Louisville and then Austria." A quick calculation on my 2.8 gigahertz processor and I yell to 13” across the shipping bay 501 miles to Kentucky and 4396 miles to Austria. Keep your “Control” and “Command” buttons crossed but don’t touch delete." These 13” kids get rammy sometimes and then you get the whole “reboot” thing going.

The “brown guys” pick us up and away we go. It’s Philadelphia to Kentucky and then to Austria. I’m well traveled and glad I’m packed so tightly with a nice foam rook and custom made seat for travel. The UPS guys are “all business”, no chit chat and you see why they are famous for their precision, no movement wasted. Bang bang bang and off the plane in Louisville with a brief wait til we load for Europe. I strike up some small talk with some baseball bats headed to New York. I ask “Who’s Alex Rodriguez?” He’s got his name signed on all these bats. One of the bats says “Plays for the Yankees but we’re not worried, he misses most of the stuff he swings at in the World Series” So that’s what all that stuff was in the boxes in Philadelphia. NLCS Championship clothes. I hope they’re not sending any of it to Israel I thought to myself.

UP we go, no pun intended, with BIG BROWN to Austria. 13” is in the same container. He looks a bit tired but that’s because they didn’t have time to charge him up like they did for me. He’ll be fine once his long life lithium battery gets some juice. Hope they’re ready with an electric converter in Vienna. I noticed a few things got stuck in the box with me at TSI. Sounds like maracas. One says Tylenol and the other says Advil. I’m not a Kindle so I’m glad they gave me something to read on the trip “The 39 Clues; The Black Circle.” Awesome, a mystery book to pass the time and I can connect to the internet with my fast as heck connection for clues to solve the mystery.

Into customs we go. 13” looks good. We wait for Austrian customs, a bit apprehensive given our last experience. I wait pensively and hear the magic word “Cleared”. Down the belt I go, sorting to the pile marked Vienna. Wait “Where’s my buddy?” We’re traveling together. "Hey Mr. Brown guy! Lift me up so I can see my buddy 13. Hey wait a minute! Why is he in the cage marked “HOLD.” “Say it ain’t so?” Down I go to 11 Schubertgasse. No muss no fuss. The air is clear and the lights a welcome sight. Wait a second “Why am I getting put in the closet? Are you kidding me? Where’s 13? Come on someone answer me!" Maurice and Ann are scrambling, I hear them say “Customs issue on the 13.” We need to “declare more value”. I sense that “Oh no” feeling. I smell the tax man again. There’s 20 emails, and 3 trips to Mailboxs Etc 2 faxes and a bunch of phone calls. Please release my friend 13”. The days go by. I hear Ann say 1 more shipping day left or we miss the shipment because we leave Vienna to fly to Spain. I don’t think 13” can make it to Spain, his battery is weak and we all know that you make mistakes when you get tired.

It’s 9:00 PM Thursday, if 13” doesn’t arrive tomorrow, I hear that Team Glavin will be in Spain, flying Monday. The cell phone pings, I can hear it clearly. Maurice jumps at the pause button and some guy named “Jack Bauer” will need to save the world a bit later. Maurice is beaming as he forwards the note to Ann “Package released for Delivery.” 13” is on his way, I’ve missed him. The Friday AM hours tick by 9-10-11-11:30. Rap rap rap on the window, the apartment bell doesn’t work. UPS delivery it’s 12:00PM. Some kid named Eamon signs the notebook computer log. Bitte, bitte, bitte! (please please please) be my friend 13!” The label says from “TSI” USA. He emerges from the corrugated brown box, no worse for wear. He notices that I’ve shed my brown travel skin as well. Now the 2 of us are gleaming, well traveled, white shiny boxes.

“What next?” is all I can muster. “Why aren’t we being opened?” In comes the 8 year old Pearse. He lifts me up stunned and exhilarated, “Are you kidding me?” He is instructed to bring us into the kitchen and say “Look what I found?” He rushes, almost gliding into the kitchen and explodes his quickly rehearsed line “Hey Eamon and Seamus, look what I found” holding me and 13” up as high as his little arms will allow. For the first time I see my new “owner”, his name is Eamon and a wave of excitement hits each of us as I can see it is “’love at first sight.” I was hoping for a partner that was ebullient, smart and multitalented. He’s whopping and hollering “’you’ve got to be kidding me” “Is it really mine?” 13” is looking at Seamus his new owner, excited to have someone that shares his personality and fun loving view of life.
The future is as bright as my Apple symbol when it comes to life. I traveled the world to get here, some 28,515 miles. and I am glad to finally be home and I’ll stay paired with my 13" buddy for as long as Eamon and Seamus travel together, hopefully for iLife.

Signed,

MacBook "15 Inch" Pro