"It's the cheesiest."

Two weeks down. Two weeks to go. I feel as if my journey to France and Italy will almost be a vacation from a vacation. I leave for London on the December 3rd to see some friends before I head to Paris. I find that everyone has such strong opinions about European cities..."that city is rubbish" " "that city is expensive and dirty." Then of course you have the friends from Spain trying to sell Barcelona and Madrid. I will just have to come back. The party Saturday was great. The Tallaght congregation knows how to get down! A young brother named Ben put together such an amazing and sweet video for the sister who was moving away. I almost want to move here just so I can move away and get a going away video from Ben. I was summoned front and center for a dance off with a brother named Trevor. He didn't put up much of a fight..I think he was bit out of sorts that night so I don't think he gave it his all. Although he may have just felt there was no other option but to  surrender after I did/attempted the worm. The weather was very typically Irish yesterday so we didn't do much. Michelle, Philip, and I had a movie night and it was perfect. Today after service we picked up a few things from the grocery store and I received some very unfortunate news. There is no macaroni and cheese here. None. Michelle barely even knew what I was talking about when I asked her. I thought of the poor deprived Irish children who have never had Mac and Cheese, but mostly I thought about how I wouldn't be able to have it with my chicken this week. Needless to say I was very distraught in the boxed food section at Tesco. Tomorrow I hope to get to Dublin to do a bit of site seeing.... I still have not been. I hear there are some amazing vintage and used clothes stores that I should check out.

Important numbers to remember.

Three- the number of cereal boxes I have gone through since arriving.

Seven- the number of days it took me to defeat the evil jet lag.

Two- the number of plastic bags full of candy I ate that were meant for the Irish children.

Forty- the number of minutes it takes me to get to city center on the Luas.

Eight- the number of Rich Tea biscuits I ate after lunch on Friday. (they are my favorite)

Four- the number of travel size packages of Kleenex I have used so far in service.