Sheep

Yes, this is a blog post consisting entirely of pictures of sheep. No, I will not hear ANY of your off-color jokes. There is this flock of sheep right in the Gower, populated heavily, given the season, with baby lambs. YOU CANNOT BLAME ME. The adorableness begins below.

Return to the Gower...My Pictures

This bench is obviously lacking in the logic of its design.

Yay! Peri, Mareike and I. :)

I know what you're thinking. And I could be a model, it's true.

These are the final stairs on the hill you have to walk up to return from the shoreline. We were joking that they looked like a Staircase to Heaven, if only because we knew we were finished once we climbed them.

Return to the Gower...Pictures from Mareike's Camera

Peri, Mareike and I.

Preparing to hike in the Gower. And by hike, I mostly mean walk. And by preparing, I mean sitting around eating biscuits.

This picture is funny, because it looks as though I'm in some way inclined to make the same climb Peri just did. Pfft.

Mareike is obviously a model.

Pretty Pretty.

Peri, looking mysterious.

And that is how I killed them.


This is one of my favorite parts of the Gower...If you climb all the way down to where the shore meets the coast, it's this vast rocky expanse that is pretty fun to climb around. Below, observe our antics. :)

Some FINE ninja moves.


Mareike took all of these pictures when I was NOT paying attention. Which in some cultures is known as stalking.

Circumflexes + Blogspot = Impossibility.

It struck me, as I looked over all my France postings, how silly the word Chateau looks without its circumflex. If anyone knows how to put a circumflex in on Blogspot, let me know posthaste! It can't be through cut and pasting it--Blogspot doesn't allow that sort of thing.

The Dubliners--or Ireland, Part 3

At last...I took very few pictures in Dublin, and I'm very angry with myself for this. However, I'm returning in May, so this will be REMEDIED!

There are all these bronzed statues in Dublin, all with rude, rhyming names associated. I took a picture of this one because I can post its name without offending anyone. Here are the Hags with the Bags.

Pheonix Park: The biggest urban park in Europe. We spent a sunny, pleasantly breezy afternoon napping here.

DUBLIN CASTLE! Why do I not have ANY nice pictures of this? There was a wedding in here on the day we tried to tour it, which was lame. People should find better things to do with their time. We thought about asking them to leave, but decided that even the plebs have to have a celebration once in a while, to keep them satisfied and whatnot.

Ireland Part 2: Cork

Our second day trip was to Cork city--about a three hour train ride from Dublin.

This is the first thing we really paid attention to getting off the train. It's just this really discreet archway in the middle of a busy, industrial street.

We never expected to see anything like THIS in the middle of Cork, but when we passed under the archway...It's a lovely restaurant and hotel. We thought about eating in the restaurant, but then we realized that we're students and have budgets.

Cork City Center.

Old Lady with Onions. As soon as I pulled out my camera, Kyle wanted to know why I would take a picture of this particular statue. After a couple days to reflect, I still have no idea.

Yay for random religious structures in city centers? Cork also has similarly random free standing public toilets and cafes, in the middle of sidewalks.

The river Lee--An Laoi, in Irish-- in the middle of Cork.

St. Finbarr's Cathedral!

The front of St. Finbarr's.

An organ.

A river also runs through the middle of Cork University. I'm not jealous.

Not jealous at all.

Okay, I'm a bit jealous.

A bit.
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I dragged Kyle to a wax figure prison museum. It was a must see. They gave us these great little audio guides, and it was...really educational.

The outside of Cork Prison. We were the last guests, and the woman who was closing up informed us before we left that we were actually locked in the grounds, and that she'd have to let us out "in a few minutes." We were only a little, tiny bit nervous as the minutes ticked onwards that perhaps we would become permanent inmates. Well, Kyle may have been nervous. I was excited. As previously mentioned, I love wax figure prison museums. Then she let us out. Ah, well. Another dream crashed.