God bless Moya and Leanne. I’m now in a quiet, lovely home with two rooms to myself. I might brave the hostel again but right this second it’s pretty blissful to know that I will sleep tonight without

1. trying to ignore the overhead lights shining a foot from my head;
2. moving in my bed, knowing that I’m shaking the entire bunk bed structure;
3. my card key ceasing, randomly, to work;
4. dropping my pillow on the Dutch gal below;
5. bothering anyone with my sleep farts.

My goodness, listen to that litany! It appears that I am not nineteen any longer!In less complainy news, I really am starting to dig everyone that is here for the fest. Familiarity is established in shorthand in situations like these — everyone becomes close, fast. And everyone is keen to interact, learn and play.

Part one of Sandra Hernandes’ workshop today (10a-5pm) focused on the concepts of Carl Jung. Lots and lots of Jung! Sandra is passionate about what she teaches and I like her vibe a lot. I did at times get antsy and wished maybe for a little more action and a tetch less talk. But it’s always interesting to visit the Land of the Inner Child. It really applies to improv in a big way.. often in improv, we strive to be the child we would have liked to have been. I am anxious to do more work with others and get some scenework happening! Tomorrow we’ll work on some of Boal‘s Theatre of the Oppressed work. I can’t wait for that!