Where do crazy dreams come from? I'm still fighting off the after effects of one I had in the early hours of today. We were on holiday, Mum, Dad and Jonathan had gone to some town in Bosnia, but Lucy had to go to a conference (for work? who knows) in some unidentified town in Greece. And on a whim, I joined her there. Suddenly the conference was over and we had 24 hours to meet up with the others. We couldn't fly so renting a car was our only option. But there is no way to get to Bosnia from Greece without travelling through Albania, Macedonia or Kosovo. Dodgy places all of them. We were chewing down our nails worrying about bad roads, bad drivers and, scariest of all, BANDITS! Convinced we would be stipped of our possessions and all the gold in our teeth, we were having a tough time coming to terms with the trip ahead. And then, bless her heart, my roommate Juleen started shifting around in her bed, and for once I was glad to have been woken up early. I don't understand what causes these weird fantasies... a warm room and a lot of Bonbon Chicken might have had something to do with it...but really! Sometimes I wish my subconcious would be nicer to me. (And by the way, I've been looking at google maps and in case anyone ever finds themself in this very situation, you can always take a long route through Bulgaria and Romania... the roads and the drivers are still terrible, but you won't get waylaid)