Waiting...

Once we decided to go, the wait was painful. It rained for days and our crumbly apartment building felt dreary and dark. But then, the sun came out and we've made the most of our last few days in Buenos Aires. Playing in parks, wandering side streets, checking out a museum. And now, in just two hours, Ila and I will take a cab to the airport to begin the lovely all-night journey home.

It's hard to imagine being without Peter for two entire weeks. Ila asked him to take the next plane because there's no other boy like him and she wants him to come home too. We'll miss him. But I'm excited for his solo adventure, though I have no envy at all. So much for being a world traveler. Guess I'll have to wait until I retire!