Don't worry, mom-I'm not anemic. Guiness is high in iron.

So no wireless service again today, and therefore pictures will come later. Just got back from my 6 day bus tour of the West coast and Southern Ireland. Had a blast, met some cool people! Got to go to the beach (and it was sunny)! Saw loads of beautiful countryside and coast line. Ate lots of yummy pub food (translation: variations on beef and potatoes).
I've actually been thinking about friends from work and home quite a bit (lots of chances for reflective thinking while looking out of a bus window). Nothing too philosophical, but one of the cool things about travel is having little moments in a far away place that remind you of home. Example: Somebody had a Bon Jovi craving on the tour bus and played "living on a prayer." Why is singing along to that song an uplifting and unifying experience? I immediately thought of a recent night shift that I worked with my lovely coworker, Patty C. I've blocked the exact circumstances from my mind, but it was a really crazy night, and at around 4 am we put on Patty's Bon Jovi cd and sang along to an especially heartfelt rendition of Living on a Prayer. Horrors, Patty. Horrors. :) I guess the relevance of Bon Jovi's music transcends space and time? Ok I'm being saracastic. But I do like singing along to Bon Jovi-with backpackers in Ireland and awesome nurses.