I just dreamed that I was back in Denmark. I was living in a really huge hotel room with two strangers, the room was designated for exchange students, and my dad was there with his cousin Beth. He scooped me up, I was wearing my prom dress, and asked me if there was anything I needed. There were some religious nutbaskets in the hotel. They had their own room that somewhat resembled the design of the Cheat Lake Library, and they hated the fact that Lucy, Sarah, and I were so skeptical. Knowing that I was back in Denmark was thrilling. A little scary, but mostly exhilarating.