Hola Chiquitas and Chiquitos,

Sorry for the delay, but I finally had a small paper to do that has been taking up um, like an hour of my time. Actually, to procrastinate i've been looking up pictures of Topher Grace...guess somethings never change. As for Cork--Haha rachel--were there any Bars there! What a question. Yes, there were--but they were not the best part. Making out with the Blarney Stone Was! Supposed to give the gift of gab(a gift i fear I received at birth--apparently i was quite the cryer) as well as eloquence( a gift I fear i've been deprived of since birth) In order to kiss this cold hard slab, however, you need to climb to the top of the castle which is quite a few stories, then lie down sticking your head into the part of the ground that's open(ie u could fall all the way down to the ground below), your feet facing away from the stone wall. Then this fellow supports your back as you crane your neck back, almost like you're doing a human bridge and you almost kiss the wrong stone like 5 times and he keeps grunting NOT TAT WAY, EH. NOT TAT ONE, EH. then EHH--TAT ONE. #

And you're done.

But the area around Blarney was just so beautiful--this gorgeous nature preserve with these trees that were just perfect for climbing. Max! Max! You would have loved them--i totally thought of you. They were all gnarled with the limbs extending and curling all around the tree--kinda looked like the trees from Lord of the Rings.

I think after London*which i'm leaving for in like mmm 5 minutes haha* i'm gonna try to figure out this posting pictures business and u can all see for yourselves.

But, oh fine--ooooone bar story. It's valentines day and the bar we're at is all themed and yeah kinda sticky sweety throw up eee, but anyways i'm sitting with four of my gals here and all of a sudden this stumbling irishman approaches and his eyes are glistening with awe as he starts to talk to Aimee.
D.I.G(drunk irish guy)"You are the most beautiful woman I have ever seen! Are you spanish?"
Aimee does NOT look spanish.
A:No, I'm American.
D.I.G But, where would you be from Spain.
A: Uh...Madrid?
D.I.G A fine city, a fine city.

then he tried to dance with here..but before he could raise her from her seat he fell into the wall. really, it was tragic. He lost his spanish rose for ever.


"No, I'm American"

Oh also, we met like 35 french guys all studying international business who, as per usual, speak varying amounts of bad englsih. But, i have to say that i am improving in my french. Last week, this guy Chris who was staying with a friend's roomate taught me some uh bad words and i him(yes even though i'm 21 it's STILL fun to learn naughty words in other languages!) and I told one of the french guys what it was and he nearly spit up his beer(it's Oncuelay for those of u who know french) but so he felt the need to teach me a word i could actually repeat in polite conversation...Verr(glass)

Ok hasta pasta! gots to go go go
~alissa