ROOOOOOOME!
SISTINE CHAPEL! SISTENE CHAPEL!
SPANISH STEPS! SPANISH STEPS!I'm so excited. Seriously, seriously excited. And hey, I wish you could be coming along with me, but you can't and I'm a little sad about that but I'll have double pasta for both of us. I will. Promise.
So hey, it's Valentines Day, and my valentine was very sweet and sent me nice cards and treats. CARDS AND TREATS! Did your valentine do something nice yet? Big Vday plans? Elisa, please give Boo a Valentine's Day treat of a nice plastic munching bag, and tell her it's from momma.
Now, I have to tell you something: Ireland has homeless people who live in campervans and have tons of babies and knifefights and don't have birth certificates and move around a lot and are generally unliked by the rest of the country (think Brad Pitt in "Snatch"). In The States I think we'd call them gypsies, but here they're called travellers. But really everyone calls them....well...derrogatorily...knackers.
Now, there's a state-assigned knacker holding area around the corner from my office. It's like on the side of a busy road and they do their washing out there and let their dogs breed incessantly and their kids knife fight and they rob people and whatever else knackers do. It's like dirty-crimesville. Anyway, the knackers have a long tradition of being knackery and they hold some ceremonies really sacred, which I thougth were legends, but they're not. They're not. Because one of the traditions is when a knacker dies, you put them in their camper and set it on fire. And today, across from my plush office building, a caravan is on fire. And the general concensus in the office is that a knacker died. Also general concensus: good riddance. Ah, Irish folk.
It's crazy. There's smoke everywhere. There is an effing funeral pyre burning outside my office and it's all business as usual. I can't believe it. How bizarre! How arcane!
So other than that....all I've got is a website that lets you make your own powerbar with all customisable ingredients--kinda cool, but weak in compa. You get to name it too. Check it out: youbars.com.
So hey, it's Valentines Day, and my valentine was very sweet and sent me nice cards and treats. CARDS AND TREATS! Did your valentine do something nice yet? Big Vday plans? Elisa, please give Boo a Valentine's Day treat of a nice plastic munching bag, and tell her it's from momma.
Now, I have to tell you something: Ireland has homeless people who live in campervans and have tons of babies and knifefights and don't have birth certificates and move around a lot and are generally unliked by the rest of the country (think Brad Pitt in "Snatch"). In The States I think we'd call them gypsies, but here they're called travellers. But really everyone calls them....well...derrogatorily...knackers.
Now, there's a state-assigned knacker holding area around the corner from my office. It's like on the side of a busy road and they do their washing out there and let their dogs breed incessantly and their kids knife fight and they rob people and whatever else knackers do. It's like dirty-crimesville. Anyway, the knackers have a long tradition of being knackery and they hold some ceremonies really sacred, which I thougth were legends, but they're not. They're not. Because one of the traditions is when a knacker dies, you put them in their camper and set it on fire. And today, across from my plush office building, a caravan is on fire. And the general concensus in the office is that a knacker died. Also general concensus: good riddance. Ah, Irish folk.
It's crazy. There's smoke everywhere. There is an effing funeral pyre burning outside my office and it's all business as usual. I can't believe it. How bizarre! How arcane!
So other than that....all I've got is a website that lets you make your own powerbar with all customisable ingredients--kinda cool, but weak in compa. You get to name it too. Check it out: youbars.com.
So have a good weekend! Happy Valentine's Day!
Sometimes Nicole and I get into knife fights. They're usually over the last cookie...or something serious like that.
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I love the photos. I wanna go there someday.
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