Honk Honk, rattle rattle, Beep Beep

That's the noise we hear from our window, it comes in so clearly that we were convinced that the window was cracked open, but no, it's just the window. If it's this loud this early in the morning 18 floors up. I just have to wonder how loud is it on the ground and be thankful that I'm not there. It's a constant stream of different honks as people head on their way. I know I'll get used to it, but for now, it's like background music in a store; something you don't really want to listen to but you have to. I imagine I'll start singing along to it any moment, but right now I just don't have the pitch, tone or beat down.

We're still adjusting our clocks to this time. Last time was easier, I think because we were out in the sunshine touring around. This time we've all been out of sorts and napping all different hours of the day.

In just a few hours we'll be meeting Calliandra face to face, nerve wracking on both sides I know, for about the same reasons, it is scary to change your life this drastically, but I think both sides have adventurous enough spirits to want to take this challenge on.

More later, with pictures, I promise.