We have had wonderful weather the whole trip, but when we woke up this morning it was gray and misty. Very fitting because today we split from our boys from the rest of the trip. I am having a very hard time with it, much harder than I expected. When I was planning this whole trip I knew that I would miss the boys, but I did not know it would feel like this. For the past 3 days we would keep really busy during the days walking through Paris, seeing the sights, etc. All was good until dinner time. We would eat late dinners and halfway through the dinner I would get a lump in my throat. I would make it home and then I would cry myself to sleep. I'm not exactly sure if the tears are from sadness, fear of being alone, fear of having no help to figure everything out, fear of missing the boys...probably all of the above. When you are in a foreign country it is exhilarating and fun and scary and new all at the same time. Everything is a struggle. The doors lock differently, the washing machine works differently, the coffee machine is different, the phones are different, and everything is in a different language. Arch said to me, "but this is what you wanted remember? You wanted to experience a different lifestlye, to slow down, to embrace a new culture. It's going to be o.k." And I know it will be o.k., I just have to take each day and figure something new out. Today Lucy ventured out to town by herself and came home with macarons and felt good about her interaction with the shop owner.She said she asked for quatre macarons, but then figured out that they were priced by weight, not individually. "Now I know for next time." Our goal is to figure out how to put money on the cell phone tomorrow, go to the post office and get stamps, and conquer the grocery store. I am so sad that my right hand men have left for many reasons, but it is time to move on and embrace this great town.