Farewell Charvan

Well goodbye forever, we'll leave you with a song that Mr Nick Devaud wrote for Evan and Charlene.

re: Reid Facebook ad targeting

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Hot baby mess

Its my 2nd cousin and his daddy. I even fed the baby. I'm that important.

Whiskey in the jar

So I kind of held off really really exploring Dub Dub and other parts of Ireland until Ryan arrived so it would be like totally new for both of us. And I decided the best way to see a lot in the short amount of time Ryan had here was to do a tour...on a green van with sheep and leprechauns painted on it!


It was a budget tour so accommodations included 2 nights in hostels--the first night spent in a Galway hostel, which had its share of shady characters and snorers (don't need to experience that again). Aside from the shady hostel the first night, I highly recommend Paddywagon Tours. I think we got lucky with one of the more experienced guides. His name was Charlie, a very Irish dude from Dingle, who seemed to know every traditional Irish song there is (to be played on repeat in touristy pubs and souvenir shops for days straight). And boy did he have a lot of stories to tell...I didn't realize how much the British screwed over the Irish. Very informative and enjoyable tour. For the most part, the weather was on our side. And the peeps on the tour were all cool--no whiners.

Pretty deprived of sleep, but a nice little break from work, indeed. I'll let the pics tell the rest of the story.

Vizag

I totally forgot about this from Vizag.

Ah suki suki Hampi

I'm lazy. Look how damn awesome me and David are in front of an elephant stable, AND scootering around town (yes, I'm a little less princessy now).

Digging through trash in Milan

Looking at some of my past blog posts, I realize I've been writing more than I would tolerate as a reader. And Mike is right: "Words are dumb." But I'll probably end up writing too much, anyway.

Highlight of Milan this past weekend? My flatmate getting pickpocketed on the underground. I suddenly had to learn how to navigate through the streets of Milan fast to get us to the police station. And I also had to flip to the section of my English-Italian book that says things like "lost wallet" and "no security at the station"--something I hope you never have to do. We ultimately ended up digging through the trash cans at the underground station and were not only able to find my flatmate's wallet, but also a local's, which we turned in back at the police station. All ID and credit cards untouched. Seems the pickpocketer was only interested in cash. Emanuele calls this type of pickpocketer a gentleman.

Sad to admit negative things like this are more interesting to read about than just a nice trip. For the nice trip pics, click here.