This morning we waved a sad good-bye to my parents as they boarded the train for Vienna. Poor little Maria, it was one of the saddest things I've seen. After they boarded, and while we were waving to them, Maria looked round at me with a panicked look and said, "I need to get on the train!" When it pulled away without her she burst into tears, and was quite inconsolable for awhile. Still this afternoon she's asked us a couple of times, "Where are Nana and Grandpa? Are they at the Kartause?"
The week with them went by far too quickly, but it was really lovely, and I'll long remember especially the sight of my father in full sprint down the steps of the subway station in Vienna when we first met back on Jan. 12. He almost knocked us over, I think :)
Safe travels back to the USA!