transatlantic rosie thomas and st. patrick.

hello [jp/p] et al. as kind trevor (who had better never abandon me again...) suggested, i got my arse over to belfast, where it's raining again. (thank God for aforementioned raincoat, which is remarkably similar to jenna's: my belfast hostess extraordinaire.)

so. yesterday, curtis and i drove just a teeny bit south and visited ruins of a monastery and a couple castles. we took many pictures in our raincoats with hoods up, and ate lunch at a pub called daft eddy's. by midafternoon, the rain was falling hard and cold. and we went to see st. patrick's grave. and. i couldn't wait to get back in the car. sheesh. in retrospect, i'm embarrassed. but i did get a couple pics.

well. i must be off to shower and pack for a two day trip to castle rock with jenna and trevor. the fun never ends here.
oh, and i'm still listening to rosie thomas, although the amelie soundtrack seems to be a favorite in this house. and for anyone who knows i've seen the movie six times (they call me half dozen), the many spins of such a disc is more than OK with me (especially track # 11).

hasta luego, mis amigos. (i'm catching up on my spanish.)