Wayne and Rebecca Madsen

It's 8:30 PM here and Paela is in bed, even though it is 5:30 PM back in California. Her rapid adjustment to this timezone is in part due to the required extra time we need in the morning to get Rebecca to work as well as being a quick bodily response to the early arrival of the sun. I also woke at 6:40 AM local time and was miserable because the sun couldn't be turned off. It amazes me how strong the sun was in the morning since, due to the cloudy weather, we haven't seen it since. There are no markers for direction in this place: no mountains, no hills, no sunlight.  read more »

So, hotel living is not all it's cracked up to be. I don't think it's cracked up to be much, so that's saying something. I mean, there is the "free breakfast", but Paela hasn't thrived in an environment where routine is nearly impossible and until yesterday wasn't eating much at any meal. The cat, of course, thinks our "new home" is much too small and needs more things to see. And we wish we didn't have to eat out for so many meals. Ah well, there's no such thing as a free lunch, as the saying goes.  read more »

I'm a little late with this story, but better late than never.

A couple of weeks ago, Wayne, Paela and I were on a walk with Camilla, Victor, and Cameron. At one point Wayne started running ahead and hiding behind trees. I'd ask Paela where in the world her daddy went as part of the "game". She thought this was a riot and giggled like crazy trying to run after him. And then she said the clearest full sentence we'd heard yet from her:

"Daddy's so funny!"

And I tend to agree with her.