Katla puella romana est

or doesn't everyone spend their vacation learning Latin? Peter tried to bore us tonight (or stump us, not sure which).  Honestly, I never found Latin terribly difficult (at least the basic meanings), and after three years…it is sort of imprinted in your brain. So, I was neither stumped nor bored.  Not only was I not bored, Caitlin was intrigued.

An hour later, she is still in the middle of a Latin lesson with Peter.  She is downright enjoying it, so we shall definitely continue down this path.  Not surprisingly, she also loved Williamsburg.

I will have to post pictures later, but suffice it to say, Williamsburg was 100% a success.  Caitlin spent the day playing a girl of that era, to include an historically accurate costume (dress a rental, hat a keeper).  Oh, and don't tell her, but a similar costume has already been procured as a birthday gift.  No small parts and it can be handed down to her sister when she outgrows it.

I cried

because that song is so beautiful and makes me so happy.  A direct quote from Kelsey tonight after I sang Rock-a-Bye Baby….mostly because I am not a singer, but felt like I should sing something since the ipod failed.  Given that my repertoire of 80s pop songs is a little wider than classical music (and my humming leaves something to be desired), I figured I could just update the words and that would make up for her lack of nightly tunes.

The next thing I know, Kelsey is in tears.  Why? In her words, "because that song is so cute and sweet and nice". I had assumed it was my voice, and while I am grateful it was not, I admit I was stunned by her sudden tears.  Maybe it is the move or maybe not, but I nearly started crying looking into the big, brown eyes rimmed with tears.  It is sometimes hard to believe she is 'only' six. 

That’s All Folks

for Iceland at least.  Our plane leaves in 9 hours and 4 minutes.  It has been an amazing three years and not sure I can quantify everything in one post. We have experienced every emotion possible here and reached the point where it truly felt like home in many respects. 

For that reason, it is somewhat odd to think that we are "going home" tomorrow. I honestly had reached the point where it didn't seem like we would leave.  Until this weekend, we just kept going with regular activities.  Yes, the house had been packed out, but even with just a few belongings around, it still hasn't really hit us that we are experiencing a permanent change of station.

Despite my determination to finish this post, the computer is conspiring against me and being quite wonky.  So, alas, I will have to finish in America, though perhaps not for a few days.  Bless, bless for now, dear Iceland.

Kelsey and her classmates, ISI, 2007-2008.