Toward the morning, I dreamt that I was at a large church where Maggie and Mike shared about something. At first it was a mix of the many churches I attended in my life (pbcc Inului Iris) At the end we had prayer time and someone led me by the arm all the way to the front to pray for someone. My nose was runny, I was crying and my head was like in a vice- painful like never before, as I was praying “God, you said you are our good father and we ought to only ask and you will give to us. Please, heal Luca. I ask not for myself, but for him. Heal his body”. And I felt in me a faith that could move mountains. I woke up with that lingering headache that disappeared as I realized it was all a dream. But in my awake state I couldn’t understand why I was praying for my nephew. I have two nephews named Luca. After breakfast we traveled to Alba and we entered these beautiful cathedrals. The catholic one had an altar like in my dream, large, cool and smelling like incense. With beautiful fresh flowers decorating it. And I felt the same force inside me, that moved me to tears, that our faith can move mountains. And I prayed for Jackie’s back to straighten and Luca’s growth hormone deficiency to be healed.