So in the past few weeks I have gone hunting for bunkers in the Hungarian woods.
Lyla and I spent about 7 hours baking cookies.
It's snowed... a lot!
The children have put on Christmas shows.
We've learned songs.
And in about 7 hours, I'll be on a plane headed for America. Well, headed for Frankfurt, but THEN headed for America. It's been a year... I wonder if America will remember me?