I had my first dream in Spanish last night, or at least in the dream I was speaking Spanish, I don’t actually remember if there were other people. In fact I really don’t remember anything more than waking up and remembering having spoken Spanish in my dream. Very exciting.
Dario, Diana, John and Juan Carlos came around last night to play poker, which was good fun. I started out with no idea what I was doing and must have had beginners luck on my side, because I ended up with more little shiny things than anyone else. When people started heading off I realised it was already 4:30 in the morning, so I gave (uncle) Phil a call for his birthday since I knew he was with the rest of the family. Needless to say everyone was a bit confused as to my still being up at that time, I probably should have played along and said that I did get up in the middle of the night just to phone.