More pidgeon encounters of late. Blake, Amy and I went running through the beautiful and large Hyde Park, which includes a lake, which includes lots of birds. Ran through a bunch of them, and when they took off one drilled blake in the side as if it were blind. Flockers. Then, when we were resting on a bridge, blake got air-bombed by one that left a little white smudge on the top of his head.
Went to Wales this past weekend, which was amazing. I put all of my pictures on Facebook, so you can see them there. Uploading them on this site takes forever, even for just one. I climbed a mountain and walked along the coast of the Irish Sea, which was quite stunning. We went to Lover's Island on Valentine's Day, which was cool. I petted a wild pony, and one even ate a Mento out of my hand and then thanked my by nuzzling my chest. I almost fell to my death (not really mom) while relieving myself over a cliff into the sea. I learned part of a Welsh drinking song, and slept on a hard floor for three straight nights. I am still recovering from that, but I wouldn't trade it for anything.
I'm doing well here and have had no homesickness, though I love you all back in the states. The time here is going very quickly, as I've already been here about a month. Though I do miss The Office, my friends on campus, my family, and the Togetherness House.
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