August 23

The rain came back and poured sheets and sheets of water on Cesta. Often, we go down the stone stairwell into Cesta and it will start raining about the second stair down the hill, and it will not let-up until you have reached the second to last stair on the top of the hill. Everybody is getting damp again. The whole attic smells like a wet dog.

As far as show prep goes, people are starting to get a little crazy. You can hear people talking well into the night. The once early risers are seen tumbling out of beds well into the afternoon. Romances seem to be blooming, so far no break-ups. All behavior predicted by Cesta staff as foretold to us when we first arrived.

Our group is lucky, I think, because we go first. I look forward to watching the other shows after ours on Friday -- although the prospect of Friday looms--ready to strike. The day after our show, we meet with the Cesta staff for our critique. I am thinking about being sick that day.