We are now sad to report that we have left our lovely little emerald isle and are moving on to the next phases of our European experience; London, Austria, the Balkans and Turkey.
We had a great year in Ireland, and our pub, the South County, sent us off with a memorable party that involved betting on our coworker's dogs at the races, being serenaded over more than one pint of stout/cider, receiving an autographed framed mini hurling jersey complete with ball/stick (slitter/hurley) so we will never forget Ireland's odd but great national sport, Mike being pulled up to dance to Neil Diamond with the ladies in the cafe (he is such a good sport...and there were so many of them that resistance was futile). If you are brave enough to view the photos, here they are. Thanks to everyone at the South County for the teaching us all about the craic, and to Michael and Niamh and Caro and all our flatmates and hospitality club friends for a wonderful year.
And to make our last weeks in Ireland even better, Lisa and Tom visited for the last two of them! We had fun showing them around our city (10 months of scoping out Cork's sights, and 500 and some bars, peaked in our pride of bringing them to the very best), and while they patiently waited for us to finish up work, they visited some of the villages around Cork. We all trucked out to one of Ireland's oldest fairs, Puck Fair, which involved catching a wild goat in the Kerry hills, crowning it as the king and a 12 year old girl from the village as the queen (?!), and displaying it on a caged platform for the duration of the fair (the girl was allowed to roam freer than the goat). Lots of trading and selling by the locals and visitors, and drinking and music in the streets (think 'Snatch'), and turning around blind corners to find a whole village lane packed in with cows and bulls (and their mess) being traded by the tweed suited farmers, poking them testingly with their canes. Kilkenny and Dublin were fun too, Tom enjoyed being exposed to a whole new series of Gaelic sports, chasing donkeys, and drinking Murphy's stout, and Lisa was thrilled to explore castles and abbey ruins and being given impromptu bodhran (irish drum) lessons. It was easier to see them off to Canada knowing that it was only a few short months till we will see them again in Alberta for Christmas.
And we thought we wouldn't see anyone from Canada for two year...here we are in London visiting not only with Grandma Betty Germain's hospitable cousin Jim and his family, but also with Auntie Norma and Matt and Amy who we nearly coincidentally bumped into in the Portobello Market! We are off to spend an afternoon at Picadilly Square with them again today, and then off to the continent for a spell before we settle down again to work in England. We'll let you know when something else exciting crosses our path!

