perugia

what could possibly be better than stumbling upon a street carnival in italy and having them fire up a ride just for me?

...eating the falling scraps from a 4 foot cube chunk of chocolate being sculpted into art in an ancient italian village.

i love perugia!!!

the grass in ireland

everything here is so stereotypical.
there are redheads with freckles everywhere... and the grass is really much greener. it grows anywhere and everywhere.... and it is so spongy, it's unreal. walking around in the long grass, your foot will sink six inches or so.. but it isnt wet. when you move along it will spring right back up.
sometimes i feel like im walking on the moon, not irish soil.

in bristol...

while we were walking around bristol, we decided to stop to have lunch in a lovely public square. as christopher waited patiently in line for our falafel, i looked for a seat. now, we had recently been discussing our need to be more outgoing with strangers.... and thinking this might be a good time to talk to a local, i decide to take the bench next to the little old lady sitting all alone. little old ladies sitting all alone like to talk, right? well, i turned out to be a little too right about that one. she was very nice, and lovely, but by the time christopher got to us with the food, she had already asked me "and where will you be staying tonight?" four times! she wanted to hear all about our trip, but couldn't remember what she had already asked just a few seconds earlier. it began to get a little bit funny. she told us we should really take a walk down the river (where i told her we had come FROM) at least 8 times. chrsitopher sounded so enthralled each time, i had to cover my laughter with a napkin.

travel trials

trusting the other help-xer that the water is safe to drink.

4 cases of e-coli in skibbereen the day after we arrived... i guess mine was just strep throat. i GUESS.