Home, and not a single family member throttled

Back from Donegal.

Woo.

Trying to remember some high points (or just generally non-boring things that happened)...

1) Daniel's "dog in heat" face at Seán Óg's pub while surrounded by 5 girls. I have video evidence.

2) The Donegal hair returned with a vengeance. I fear using the hairbrush tomorrow.

3) Traditional session in a different pub - I think I learned to play bodhran under pressure. Then again, the place was loud, so there's no knowing what it actually sounded like.

4) I tried to teach Gerard small amounts of judo. Apparently, freerunning still hasn't quite helped ingrain the concept of break-falls.

5) 6 children under the age of 10 in the same indoor space = instant headache. Compounded if uncle with "Daffy Duck on ProZac-and-dentists'-happygas cocktails" personality disorder is also present.

6) Nice to finally return home from the complete ISOLATION from friends... okay, to be fair, there was one public computer available. And it was only a 10-minute walk (if I walked quickly) from the house. However, mobile phone didn't work for the duration of the stay (the Orange network doesn't exist in the ROI) and family often wanted me to do stuff that didn't involve a computer. Damnation.

7) We found a huge sea urchin (little bit bigger than a large grapefruit) close to a pier. We lifted it out, thinking it was a washed-up shell... as it turned out, we'd somehow found a live sea urchin living in 5-ft deep Atlantic water. Bloody hell.

8) Not being allowed to pay for anything because my (fairly extensive) family see me as "a poor student".

9) Finding out (sadly only on the last day) that the house my grandmother was renting has its own sauna...

10) Climbing. Gerard has a pretty cool photo I'll post later from when we climbed a 12ft(?) rock face. It was a truly beautiful rock, believe me. Made for climbing. Although I still had a vaguely dodgy "where do I hold on now?" moment three-quarters of the way up. Honestly can't wait to attack the climbing wall in St. Columb's Park to see how it measures up. :)

11) Judging by various overusage aches from the overzealous amounts of walking I did, I suspect my arse may be greatly improved. :P
Oh - and people keep commenting on the "great colour" I picked up, asking if I'd been somewhere else before Donegal to get tanned... extremely satisfying, considering I've just learned of certain poor unfortunates who failed to tan on their foreign holidays. Mwaaahahahaaaaaaa.
But yes, feeling unusually body-confident recently. :D