Hey everybody! I'm back for a mo', but I make no promises for the future. Sorry, I know now that I can't be trusted.

So, Ireland is great for creating new games! Such as "Llama," which we discovered while in the Fota Zoo. As you can see, all the animals are litterally free to roam the grounds, with the exception of three very obviously deadly peacocks who were sequestered off in a corner behind, I kid you not, BARBED WIRE. The stuff, not the show. While stalking a Llama in order to get a picture with the hapless beast, I found that they were wilier than given credit for. As I approached ever so slowly, he retreated... ever so slowly. This prompted lots of soothing, cooing niceties from me, until, pushed to my limit, I turned to the park and belted out, "LLAMA PLEASE DON'T GO!" to the Aerosmith tune of similar name. Oh, how we laughed.

Now all songs with "Mama" in them are being replaced with Llama.
ie:
"I'm sorry Llama, I never meant to hurt youuu..."
"You're Llama don't dance, and your daddy don't rock and roll"
"And LLAMA, Llama I'm comin' home"
"Llama's got a squeeze box"
"Llama don't let your babies grow up to be cowboys"

My mother asked me to look up "her people" while there. I was armed with this, "Your great Grandmother's name was Cathrine McBride. She was from County Cork." As you can see, I may as well have been roaming around Astoria shouting, "MIKE!" at the top of my lungs, and seeing who responded.

Sigh. Ireland is great. Just don't order the Italian food. Honestly, what type of people think that loose, cold, CORN from a can is a good side dish for Lasagna???

And follow the Cranes. It's always the way home.