One of the things that happens when you go to visit family, and you stay at their haciendas, is that you sleep in a room other than your own. We spent last night sleeping in Julie’s room. That is always a new experience, sleeping in someone else’s room, because when you get up in the night, as I always end up doing, you don’t know for sure where you are at. I woke up last night, and it took me about 5 minutes laying there, looking around, before I figured out and realized I was in Julie’s room, not my room at home. There is always a moment of disorientation before you get it all figured out. Yes, I realized I was sleeping in Julie’s room.