The whole time we were there, we could hear the sound of various weapons swirling around the area - tanks, airplanes, etc. But life was calm in the hills.

It's Friday, which means it's our weeknd (that's half a weekend).

The younger kids, remembering yesterday's trauma, were scared to leave the bus. Elizabeth carried one small boy, who couldn't negotiate the last step off the bus by himself. He was crying as Elizabeth brought him to a taxi.