Oben

The Mary's Meals conference was at a place called Craig Lodge, near the town of Oben. This is the country side. Beautiful.




Here's to you Mr. Skirt wearing Prince of Plaid

The countdown begins

December first and nineteen days until I'm reunited with the land of Unity. But more importantly, the ones I love the most. You know who you are. No, random guy who accidentally stumbled upon my blog in search of animal porn, not you.

A good deal of bartering will take place within the short weeks of my holiday. The saying, "you don't know what you've got until it's gone" has never rang so true until I realized the UK does not supply ranch dressing. A tragedy, I know. However, the chocolate here is fantastic and far superior to the monopoly of American chocolate in your neighborhood grocery store. Also, Sudoku is a game that blows crossword puzzles out of the water. Not only are they A)possible, but B)skill measurable by speed.

Upon my second visit to England, I was made aware that my Christmas traditions were inadequate by the mortified stares when I said I didn't know what a Christmas popper was. Apparently, to complete the holiday of the birth of Christ, it's necessary to take a toy, wrap it up in a spring and tissue paper that forms a large candy-looking object, and then two people pull at the two ends in competition for the surprise inside. As enlightened as they thought they made me, it was I who introduced them to the Bud light radio commercial, Real Men of Genius. www.budlight.com

On that note, here's to you Mr. Tea drinking Queen enthusiasts.