On a sad note, I had a bad dream last night. I dreamed that everyone back home- family mostly, were forcing us to come home already. We were trying to say that we weren’t done with our vacation yet, it’s hardly even been a week, and we were having fun, and we are happy! They didn’t care, and said we needed to come home anyway, and be miserable. And sit at desks and not swim or smile or eat fresh foods or go barefoot. Then they stole S, took him away, and made me choose whether to stay here without him, or go back. I woke up crying 🙁

(so this actually happened about a week later.  Sad.)