We learned a lot during our training for this mission. Much of it had to do with science, mathematics, and other subjects to help us with our day-to-day responsibilities of running the ship.

But we also learned quite a bit about what makes us tick. I know that Dr. Armistead did all that she could in such a short time, but there’s still so much more to understand about ourselves. Lately I’ve wondered about the simple - but also complex - idea of human contact.

No matter how isolated we sometimes try to be, I believe that we all crave human touch. We might even physically need it. I remember how good it felt when my dad would give me a hug. Or even the simple joy of getting a massage. I once had my hair shampooed before the stylist cut it, and that sensation was heaven.

Channy told me that she would often go with her mom and sister to get manicures, and she said it wasn’t the finished nails that she loved the most; it was the way it felt while it was happening.

I’ve been lonely on this trip, and sometimes a sadness comes over me that I can’t describe. Yes, I know that I’m missing my dad; but I now wonder if it’s also the loss of contact that I miss. We are, after all, social creatures; is this why the simple contact with Bon sent such a shiver through me? Am I starved for human touch?

I could bring this up with Channy, and I know exactly what she would say: “How about Hug Day on the ship?”

And you know, she might be right.

(Okay, Galahad fans, what do you think about that? Do you believe that our moods and attitudes can be affected by human touch? Do you think Triana’s role as Council Leader isolates her more than the other crew members? Be sure to post your own thoughts on this, and make a note to come back and visit Triana’s Journal again soon!)