Europe

 I was helping people pack for Europe.

Shari had forgotten her bank tokens. A assured her that she could still use her credit card.

There was a girl with a very large painting. It pitched over the edge of the railing. I knew it would be strong enough to survive, just hoped there were no people underneath. She wasn't as worried about that but she was closer to the edge so maybe she knew that there were no people beneath.

Washrooms were at the same place on different floors like RMC, sometimes you had to go to a different floor for the bathroom.

I was in the library working with some people about what to pack and was singing. Lynann and everyone told me to be quiet. I thought I was quiet.

There was someone I was talking about hoarding and how we hoarded books. I said I had trimmed down things except for some giant books that I wanted to look through. The year was 1980. I asked if that was a good year? There was no reply. I thought probably not. But there was so much to read.