So many mishaps in such little time.

"Wine Comes in at the mouth, love comes in at the eye"- Irish drinking song (seriously).

Although it was no "gift of gab", this week actually turned out to be a bit more adventurous than I had ever intended. It started out with a few trips (ok, three) to the cinema where we oogled over Leo DiCap (and thank you Lord for the return of Coach Taylor) in Wolf of Wall Street, which left us feeling a little too Scorsese-y, requiring us to rejuvenate our innocence and see Frozen, twice. My advice to you, go see it asap if you haven't already. It's Disney's most progressive movie yet, forgetting the "Prince's save Princesses" story line and empowering women everywhere. Yeah! Feminism! No scrub!

Besides spending copious amounts of time at the Cinema (guarantee we'll be back soon for That Awkward Moment-no matter how good (or inevitably bad) it may be), we've also been learning some more Irish. I can now properly say hello, introduce myself, and ask how someone is doing.
Dia Duit (Hello)
Dia agus Mary dhuit (God and Mary are with you)
Erin is ainm dom (My name is Erin)
Cad is ainm duit? (What is your name)
Conas a tánn tú? (How are you?)
Táim go maith (I am well)
slán! (Goodbye)

I'm basically fluent, as long as nobody asks me anything else, and as long as I'm doing "well" because I don't remember how to respond in any other feelings. But, we're learning.

We also learned, much like Disney, that UCC is fairly progressive- in extremely different ways. While Disney is throwing in a gay family and girl power, UCC is throwing condoms and mechanical penis parties. I wish I was kidding. On our way to class Heidi and I both stopped dead in our tracks and turned to each other only to mouth the words, "is that what I think it is?" to each other. Low and behold, it the center of the amphitheater, in broad daylight, was a mechanical penis sponsored by Durex. Obviously pictures were a must- because no one would believe it if there wasn't evidence.

Casual, yet unreal.

To wrap this strange week up, I headed out on my archaeological field trip to West Cork (who knew Cork was so big?) Anyway, it was by far the worst weather I've experienced yet, and of course I was stuck outside for hours. WHY? What should have been a fun day filled with fun ancient Irish archaeological facts (oxymoron?) turned into…an adventure. So much of an adventure our teacher repeatedly used the phrase "This is potentially very dangerous" when referring to activities about to be done (i.e. climbing a 17th century spiral staircase without railings while soaking wet, hopping over an electric fence, and avoiding herds of cows). I kept trying to channel my inner Elsa (Queen of Arendelle, aka Frozen) and her song Let it Go but I couldn't lie to myself, because honestly the cold does bother me- a lot. But I did meet a new friend name Catarina from Finland! We met because I needed a seat on the bus and she looked nice/awake, but we bonded because we both wore obnoxiously yellow rain boots and had blonde hair! s'cute. But the long journey of fighting off my sore throat whilst shielding myself from hurricane like winds finally ended, and I found my long lost bed (praise Him). Now, the time has come to prepare for a Super Bowl potluck party where I will be attempting to make fried pickles for more than 10 people- stay tuned, this might not work out.

Also, Heidi fell out of a grocery cart. Sorry boo.