This morning the kids, or more likely Josie the pup, ripped open a travel pillow. We now have a plethura of teeny, tiny styrofoam beads scattered all over our house. They won't sweep up, they won't mop up. Oh, for the luxury of a vaccuum cleaner! The only thing that works is to wipe them up with a damp cloth. Of course, they scatter every which way with the slightest breeze. The boys have them in their hair, in between their toes, and all over thier beds. I have a feeling the residents of this apartment will be finding these sytrofoam beads for many, many years to come.

I hope never to take conviences such as vaccuum cleaners for granted again. All the comforts of the States, I hope this experience will always help me remember what a blessing they are. Automatic dishwashers, clothes dryers, having my own car and being able to drive it myself. All these are things I've missed so much while we've been here.

Only 6 more weeks!