Working. Yeah, that's about it.
Being the only woman in a group of four isn’t always easy. Being younger than the rest doesn’t exactly help. Sometimes I feel so strongly that I don’t belong that I almost start to cry. Different habits, different ethics, different interests. And I know that the only way to be a part of the group is to adjust. So I try.
Sometimes Malta is rather primitive. Today we ran out of water early in the day. It still hasn’t come back. I hope I can wash my hair tomorrow morning.
We’ve got quite a lot of work done today. Which is good.