All is well. Mom is a little high-maintenance, but she's been a really good sport about the whole thing. I got her on my scooter (!) and we went to my kindergarten so she could see the rugrats. She even got to hang out in the middle of the city while we waited for an air-raid drill to finish.

She's having a little trouble with the food, but we've been making up for it with grilled cheese sandwiches back at the apartment. When we go on our little mountain trip tomorrow, I think I'll be taking peanut butter, just in case...