Waking up with a stretch, last night I actually had an amazing night's sleep.
For the first night in months, I didn't have to be constantly alert and on edge, allowing me to catch up on some much-needed Z's.
Stepping out of my stone tent, my morning routine was slightly changed. Now, instead of waking up to the calm sounds of Teresa cooking and eating, I was awoken to the boisterous laughs of Gust, the man I now know as Arnold, and Teresa, all sitting around the morning fire with a smile.
"Good morning," I say, walking over to the fire and yawning. Good God how do these people have so much energy this early in the morning.