Boston Here We Come!

So this is my first post from an i-pad, my mother's favorite toy. We are on a train to Boston to go to a language teachers's conference. We are a family of dork Spanish teachers. My sister is on her way by plane and my brother by bus tomorrow. We are like the Jackson 4 of Spanish teaching but with less rhythm. Between the four of us we teach the gamut from nursery students to seniors in high school. My mother and I have been to many conferences together in the past, both as presenters and attendees but it has been a while. This weekend, with all of the family in tow (F and Mojo arrive tomorrow pm) will be a memorable experience. It already is. In order to catch a 6:20 train this morning, I slept in my old bed in my old room, with only two babies kicking me but no kids calling me during the night. It is quite strange to feel like the child again, with my mother kissing me goodnight and no kids for me to go check on. Other than two surgeries and three days in Paris last year, I have not ever left the kids. My spouse does not think this is normal but I do not care. Last night M gave me a kiss for tonight as well. This will be a healthy 40 hour break. Hasta luego.