Sunday morning we had to be at the train station at 6am to catch one of the three (four?) trains to Rostock. Talia was in tears, as she was the night before. She wasn't too eager to do this, as Ronnie had been two years earlier.
She just looks tired and overwhelmed in these photos but she did go willingly.
Mom trying to cheer her up.
The sad, little face getting on the train. Her teacher Joseph, who decided in preschool that she was "slow" and now is one of his best students, is on the right. He's actually her French teacher but he's Alsatian and speaks German too. Both teachers are with them. 
Bad but funky picture of the train window. You can see the outline of the kids and the reflection of the parents, including my striped shirt. 
Bye-bye as the train pulls away.
Mom went back to bed, grateful that there was no Talmud Torah, and took a nap... Talia arrived safely that night, in pretty good spirits, saying the family was nice. 
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