Journalist Report Ben Durkee, Crew 218 Journalist Waking up on Mars for the first time is a starkly humbling experience. You emerge from your personal oven labeled "Crew Quarters" for some fresh (synthesized) air. After taking a few breaths you realize that that very air is a privilege afforded to you by the tin can that surrounds you. The tin can that is now your home for the foreseeable future. Once we had all shaken the sleep from our eyes, we began haphazardly assembling breakfast for ourselves. Jonathan demonstrated his prowess in the kitchen right off the bat. His potion was an assembly of dehydrated eggs - the most foul abomination I have ever seen and smelled - and dehydrated milk and butter - tied for second place. Yet against all odds, he whipped up some mighty fine scrambled eggs in a process I can only describe as culinary sorcery. I look forward to seeing (and tasting) more of such magic in the coming weeks! After breakfast, Shefali and I got drafted to dispose of some heavy stones outside of the Hab (which I'm still convinced was a form of clandestine physical training). After our rugged rock repositioning, we were given a full tour of the Hab. It was on this tour that we discovered the presence of an uninvited GreenHab guest. We suspect there is some kind of Martian rodent that has been chomping on our precious strawberry sprouts! We've laid a trap in the GreenHab, and will hopefully meet the extraterrestrial culprit very soon... In the shadow of the trapping excitement, we began our actual training. This featured a rotation of Rover and ATV training, followed by training on the EVA suits. There's a unique comedic value to the notion that it took equally long to teach us how to put a suit on as it did to teach us how to operate two separate motor vehicles. We are professionals, we swear. As the sun retires behind the Martian landscape, we too begin to wind down our activities. A big day tomorrow calls for some good rest tonight. Generously, the rotation of Mars offers us an extra 37 minutes to work with every day. I believe tonight that implies 37 more minutes of well-deserved sleep. Tomorrow, we face our first true Martian day equipped with the know-how and acuity to kick this planet's butt!