One Month Later

I have been living in Cork for one month to the day today.

It's a bit crazy when I think about all the things I've done in one month. I've adjusted to living in new country, and living on my own which I've never done before. I'm proud to say I haven't been living off Easy Mac and Ramen... and no it's not just because they don't really have them here. I feel like Cork is becoming my home away from home. Coming back from Dublin, I felt so relieved to be back in Cork and to be back in a familiar place.

The past week or so has been pretty easy going. I've been feeling a little under the weather so I mostly stayed in and took it easy. I even learned how to make my own homemade chicken noodle soup (thanks Mom!). The other day I splurged a bit and got a pint of Ben and Jerry's Winter Berry Brownie. It's only available in Europe so I obviously had to get it. It was nice to have a bite of home even for a little while.... unfortunately it's all gone now.

February is going to be a busy month for me in terms of traveling. I'm going to Kerry and Edinburgh for weekend trips; it's going to fly by. It's crazy to me that The next few months are going to go by so fast. It's like a double edged sword though. I want to go home but I want to stay in Ireland for as long as I can...

My delicious soup

Three bites and it'll take me home...?

Tóg go bóg é : Take it Easy

I just wanted to talk about a few things that I've found to be different here in Ireland.

1. Food I miss back home
             There is no Easy Mac. Making mac and cheese is not the worst thing in the world, but easy mac is just so... easy and delicious.
             I'm still not over the fact that they don't have anything that even resembles Alfredo sauce. Why is that a thing not to have? They have so many tomato sauces but not a one cheesy Alfredo sauce. I thought I'd be clever and get something like cheesy lasagna sauce... it looked like it might have potential for what I wanted. Nope. It was so bad, Leila and I made the executive decision just to toss it. Looks like that's another thing I'm going to have to make from scratch. Just like pancakes...
             I'm still confused over their lack of canned soup. They have a lot of cooking broths but no actual soup. All I want is Campbell's chicken noodle soup but it looks like, again, i'll have to make that by myself. They do however have a lot of soup in a package things. I wasn't expecting that. They have a lot of instant soup like pour milk or water and heat it up and bam, you got your self some soup. But that kind of weirds me out. I might as well be a little more domestic and just make it myself.
              Another thing that mind boggled me is that I couldn't find chocolate chips ANYWHERE. It's strange to see what foods they don't have.
             There's also only three brands of microwave popcorn. And they aren't even that great. For everyone that knows me and my love of popcorn, it's torturous.
             On a happier food note, they do have bacon. Though it is called rashers here. And it's not as popular in bacon strips as it is in thin slices of ham. And the chocolate is better.

2. Restaurants
             I actually really like the European style of restaurants. You seat yourself, and order... sometimes you would order at the bar. And then you enjoy the wonderous food and pay at the bar (or sometimes you'd pay when you ordered you food in the first place depending on where you are). The only thing I feel weird about is getting up and leaving all your dishes at the table. I mean in a normal restaurant that's obviously what you do, you pay the check and then get up and leave. But in some places here it's more of a Panera style. Where you get your food and then when your done you take care of your dishes. But here you just get up and walk away. It just feels weird that's all.
             I do love that you don't have to tip though. It's a lot more convenient. I don't have to attempt to figure out 15-20% I can just pay the price and no one is offended. Unless of course they serve you and stuff... But I feel like we should have that at home, the waitresses get paid normal wages and bar tenders hate when you leave a tip... apparently they won't take it. I can't stand when the waitress/waiters at restaurants come over and ask how everything is, cuz I usually have a mouth full of food and it's just awkward.

3.  Classes
              Those are strange here. Just very strange. Everything is so laid back and there's no homework. Which makes me feel like I'm forgetting to do something but in reality I'm not. Although, it does give you that extra time to actually learn things on your own time. It's a bit weird to get used to. For the first time the other day I started to do my Chemistry work. But that's the only work I've really had to do. I'm actually confused as to what I have to do for my other classes...

4. Heat
               There's not enough of it. Heating is expensive in Ireland and when you do turn on the heat... it really doesn't do a whole lot. The heater in our kitchen is the best, and sometimes I'd come in here close the door and turn on the heater just to be warmer. But I do have a great blanket (the tog) that I never want to leave because I know it's only going to be 10 degrees colder once I get out. Also, the shower is never hot enough. It's always warm, but then steadily cools after 5 minutes. It's not a fun time at all. I've never appreciated how easily heat is accessible at home. But I am learning to conserve a bit more so that's always a good thing. And its not incredibly cold here, I'm pretty sure most days it's warmer outside than it is in Victoria Lodge which is very odd.

That's about all I'll burden you with today.

The American breakfast my roommates and I made. The pancakes are made from scratch!

My room now with all my decorations

Next Time I Go to Dublin it Better Be Sunny

It's been quite a busy few days of walking down old strange streets, drinking guinness, meeting strangers, meeting old friends, and seeing zoo animals in the snow.

Yes, that's right, I survived the cold, dreary Dublin trip.

Getting up at 6 AM was not easy at all but thank god Emily bought her delicious banana bread or I would have been famished by the time we got to Dublin. We made it to Dublin a little after 10, I think all of us passed out on the train so it wasn't too exciting of a train ride. We caught the LUAS (the trolley train that doesn't stop for anyway trying to cross in front of it) to Trinity college area where we met a professor from Trinity to give us a walking tour of Dublin. Mind you it was quite cold and rainy mixed with snow. I spent more time under my hood than looking at the buildings he was talking about.

But the few times when it was warm enough I did find it interesting. He mostly talked about the history of certain buildings on Trinity, and cathedrals, the parliament building, and city hall. There was one thing he said in particular that struck me. We were on a street called Cooks Street and he said it was just outside of the city walls, because back in the day Dublin was a walled city so the people can be protected. Apparently Cooks Street would be lined with bakers, stoves and ovens. If you made a pie you would carry it down to the bakers, pay one to bake it and then come back for it later. This was to ensure that there would be no fires within the wall of the city since everyone had thatched roofs that are highly flammable.

Trinity College

We ate lunch at a fantastic Irish pub near Trinity that served traditional Irish meals. There were sausages (which were so good!),  salmon, stuffed chicken wrapped in bacon, potatoes... and lots of them, and some more sides. The place had a great character to it. There were so many rooms and an upstairs that I probably would have got lost in had I went walking around. We ventured to the Book of Kells afterwards back on Trinity. It was quite confusing and I'm still not exactly sure what's so great about it. It's just a book in Latin with lots of pretty colors. However, I was blown away by the Long Room Old Library that is just upstairs from the book of Kells. It's massive. And Beautiful. They don't allow photography so here's one from google....
                               
There's about 200,000 books from top to bottom. Huge ones and really tiny ones fill the shelves. There's old wooden ladders on the sides of every single book shelf and there's even the oldest Harp from Ireland encased in a display shelf... the very same one that is on the back of each Irish euro coin. It was all very grand and a bit overwhelming to see all these books that will probably never be read again. It's a bit sad in that way.

We left Trinity and walked around Grafton Street just wandering and window shopping, and feeling young again in the Disney store. Eventually we decided it was time to get out of the rainy weather and do the Guinness Storehouse tour. The unfortunate part was that Grafton street and Guinness are not the closest two places. So we trudged to Guinness, at this point my toes were numb and a bit wet, but I stopped caring after a while.

We made it to Guinness in one piece and travelled through the self- guided tour. I've already been on the tour once about two years ago and it was even better the second time around. I even got to learn how to pour my own perfect pint! Look at that pint! Maybe I'll be a professional Guinness pourer!

Pouring my pint!

The end result. First try and it looks awesome :)

Five of us decided to stay in Dublin for the night. We stayed at a place called Four Courts Hostel. It was as good as a hostel can be. I was just glad we didn't have to stay there for more than the one night. I guess I'm going to have to get used to staying in hostels from now on though, they are the cheapest places to stay.

We ate dinner somewhere on Essex Quay and Parliament Street. Then left to try and meet up with Cam, whose studying at the Champlain College in Dublin. We were walking along and Emily and I were talking, when all of a sudden from behind us we heard a guy say "I hear Americans!". So we kind of turn around to see who said it, and it turns out to be some random boy with two Brazilian friends. We ended up walking with them the length of the street and I learned a lot more about this kid than I ever thought I would. Long story short, he was from Hawaii and moved to France and then to Dublin to try and go to college and only arrived a day ago. It was at that point that Emily and I realized we took the wrong turn coming out of the restaurant and had to walk back the same way we came. We said goodbye to our new companions and headed backwards to find Cam.

We made it to Thomas street and met Cam at a pub of which I don't remember the name. We stayed for a while, and listened to some Dubliner talking about home much he loves America and Jimmy Kimmel.  It was so nice to see a familiar face from home though, but it made me feel just a bit home sick. Especially for Burlington. It made me realize how long it's going to be until I'm able to come back home. But the night was a short one for us, we were all incredibly tired and turned in early. That hostel bed though, was not forgiving to my tired self and my cold that's just been starting.

Sunday morning came and it was time for the Dublin Zoo! I haven't been to a zoo in years so I was extremely excited to see some tigers and lions. We walked to Phoenix Park, which is one of the largest park in Europe, although I wouldn't have known that just by walking to the zoo. It seemed a whole lot smaller, but we didn't really get a chance to walk through even half of it, it was far too cold. Once at the  zoo (we were the first people there) we came upon the lions and tigers! Now I'm not going to go through every animal at the zoo, cos I'm assuming everyone's been to one but while we were there it was so cold, it started snowing.... and then hailing. We saw the elephants in a hail storm. It doesn't get any weirder than that. A lot of the animals were inside their "winter homes" and I don't blame them. I felt bad for them being out in the snow.

Not too happy I had to walk around in the snow

We made it back to Cork, and I never thought I'd miss Victoria Lodge as much as I did. It's strange how Cork is home now.

On another note, I started my first day of Gaelic today! I was also late for my first Irish class today... I woke up five minutes before Gaelic started, ran out the door and into.... a snow storm. Feels like Burlington. Gaelic was awesome though, and the instructor didn't mind that I was late. I felt so bad I was late for the first class and said "oh no you're grand"; only in Ireland. We learned a few phrases already, my favorite being Tóg go brog é (take it easy). Also, I realized I'm going to have to learn how to make Chicken noodle soup. There's no Campbell's Chicken noodle soup, the only kind they have are weird ones in a package... and I need it! My throat's not going to feel any better by its self :(

"Loughlin...that's a strong Irish name"

I think it's safe to say that I finally feel comfortable in the Rebel City, as it's called. I remember two weeks ago (I can't believe it's been exactly two weeks since I got here!) when I didn't know a single street in my new home.

Now I know that Western Road turns into Washington Street and awkwardly turns into a one way street somewhere about half way into the city centre. I also know that St. Patrick's street and Oliver Plunkett st. are two of the busiest streets and I can find anything I possibly could want in and around those two. I know that my favorite hot chocolate shop O'Conaill's is located just off Castle Paul's street and is in the cutest little side street I've ever seen with a little toy shop at the entrance of it. My favorite is walking through the little side streets connecting the main streets together, you never know what kind of cute cafe's and shops you'll find down there (pictures don't do justice to these little places).

I know it's about a thirty minute walk to st. Patrick's street, though it seems to be getting shorter each time I make the journey. Every time I go into the centre I keep finding places I want to go into at a later time, and I do. It's so much fun to explore, I've even ventured down by myself just to explore at my own pace (although to be honest I didn't go into many shops for fear I'd spend too much and I got kind of lonely after a littler while). Each place has it's own unique character and when you walk by it the next time you know exactly what secrets it holds, and the city seems a little less daunting afterwards.

Cork is big, but Cork is small. Cork is the kind of city that will ask you to come in and stay for a cuppa.  And you do, and you never want to leave. I've learned so much about this city in only two weeks. I think I've learned more about this city than I did Burlington in my first two weeks. And I think that's part of the study abroad experience... it brings so many opportunities. It makes you jump out of your comfort zone and explore your surroundings or you'll forever be lost, it makes you try new things and realize how much you gain from that experience. However, I still have yet to make an Irish friend...

The people here are so nice though. Any where I go I'm still taken aback by their politeness and genuine sincerity. I went to the Garda station today for the immigration ID and I was anxiously waiting in line hoping that this office employee would not be rude to me, because I feel like back home they would by curt and not helpful at all really. But shockingly she was incredibly nice and was not at all annoyed by my questions, even though I'm sure she's heard them all about 1000 times over.

Not much of anything exciting has happened in the last few days... which is weird for me to be able to say that, but it's true. I think I'm beginning to work out a routine now and it's nice. Some of us went to the pubs last night and as I was handing my ID to the bouncer at the Bróg he looked at it and said "Loughlin... that's a strong Irish name" and it made me feel proud of my Irish past.

We are going to Dublin on Saturday with API and most of us are going to spend the night which should be incredibly exciting.

Two weeks status: I'm content and happy as a bumble bee in a flower. I love Cork and it's treating me well. At times I get a little homesick, wishing I could be with the people I miss and be in a familiar set of mind. But then I remember why it was I wanted to come to Ireland and I know everything back home will be there when I return, because for now I'm having the time of my life and I like this scary, exciting feeling of being on my own in a foreign country.

Found a poster to decorate my lonely walls... of course it's Doctor Who

Whiskey on a Saturday Afternoon

I can't think of a better way to spend a lovely Saturday afternoon than at the Jameson Distillery drinking  whiskey or in gaelic...uisce beatha (which translates to "Water of Life"). So that's what I did...

We left Cork at noon and set out for Midleton where the Jameson Distillery is located. It was nice to leave the city behind and spend time getting to know Cork. The fields are so green it's almost unreal! I guess that's what happens when you have misty rain everyday and some nice cool humidity. At least the last few days have been sunny... but oh so chilly! I keep reminding myself when I started shivering that it could be worse, I could be in Vermont where it's like negative degrees out. 

Once we got off the bus, the flyers didn't lie... the distillery was literally 1 minute from the bus stop. Take a left and there you are... Whiskey land. Walking up to the distillery there's a huge replica of a distillery pot which they term as pot stills. 

Inside, I was taken a back by all the green and empty Jameson bottles adorning the walls. One decoration stood out the most... the Jameson chandelier. Nice touch guys! I also loved the Whiskey barrel chairs which were incredibly comfy. We set off on our tour at 1ish.

The whiskey barrel chairs

How cool is that!

The tour was pretty standard, we walked through all the old distillery buildings and the tour guide told us what every thing was used for back in the day. I could just picture the workers in the distillery climbing the five stories of wooden stairs up the grain silo with 100lb bags of barely. And the court yard that was once full of farmers and horse and wagons selling their barley to make the fine whiskey. The distillery pots were massive! They took up two whole stories, it was like a giant orgo chem lab in there! But now they have a modern distillery built right next to the old one we were touring where all the whiskey is made. 

At the end of the tour I volunteered to be a whiskey taste tester. We tried Scotch whiskey, Irish whiskey, and American whiskey. They varied in the number of distillations and their taste... which were incredibly different! The scotch was really smokey tasting, american whiskey tasted like wood, and the irish had a sweet flavor... which i liked a lot.  

We ended the day by going to a cute cafe called Pantry's and I got this delicious Seafood chowder. There were literally chunks of seafood in it! 

Whiskey tasters!

On the whole, Ireland's be grand. I've been settling in to some what of a routine now after one week of classes. I'm making loads of grilled cheeses and trying to cook delicious dinners for myself. I've grown fond of the irish chips called Tayto... they have a cheese and onion flavor that is quite nice. I've got some exciting trips to look forward to in the next few weeks so that's been doing a pretty good job at taking my mind off being homesick.

On the Jameson bottles their is a crest with the motto Sine Metu "without fear" so I think I'm taking that to heart and enjoying every second I have.

Wait, We Have Classes...?

hello!

I've started classes this week. It's weird here, we have a week of classes before we officially register for the courses we are taking. It's also strange to be sitting in a class room and not know anyone at all, not even a familiar face. It feels like freshman year all over again, except this time I'm the girl with the weird accent. Although, it turns out most Irish people i've talked to so far have actually lived in Boston for a summer so that's always fun to hear about.

So far I'm taking Marine Environments- which is about oceans... obviously, Intro to Irish History, Intro to Traditional Irish Music, Intro to Spoken Irish (gaelic), and Environmental Chemistry. All my irish classes are with visiting students, but they're interesting so I don't mind. Classes only meet about once a week so my schedule is very lazy feeling. And i don't start until after 2 so I've gotten in the bad habit of sleeping until 11ish.

But let's do a quick catch up....

Tuesday night Max, Amanda, Amanda's French flatmate and her friends, and I went out to the pubs. We first stopped at An Bróg and then made our way over to a pub/club Reardens. It was definitely a bit of a culture shock seeing all the Irish girls dressed to the nine's for a night out. I felt a bit out of place in my jeans but I was definitely not about to wear short shorts with heels and run around with bare legs in 42 degree weather. It was crazy inside, people were drunkenly shoving each other around. Next time I'll know what to expect

Wednesday I walked into the City Centre and just wandered for a while. It was nice to get a feel for the city at a nice slow pace. However, the blister on my heel is not a nice thing... It got a bit lonely walking around by myself though so I grabbed some curly fries from McDonald's and headed home. I stopped at Tesco and searched for microwave popcorn, and found pretty much the only one there.

We went out to Costigan's that night and listened to some traditional irish music. It was a calming break from the previous night and it was fun to be around the Irish pub goers yelling at the soccer football game on the TV.

And finally, today I go to my chem class for the first time... that should be interesting.

I've only been here a week and it feels so much longer than that.

Gift of Eloquence

I've kissed a stone everyone!!

Yes that's right, I bent over backwards and kissed the Blarney Stone despite all the rumors of the locals pissing on it and the fact that thousands of people have set their lips against it's cold surface. I now behold the gift of eloquence, although to be honest I feel no different than before so maybe it wasn't worth it. But it was still fun none the less. 

We (API girls) walked around the town of Blarney and the Blarney Woolen Mills shop. Everything still looked the same since two summers before. It was nice to be back though, and see things I hadn't last time. We also journeyed down to Cobh, the port town also known as Queenstown. We went through the Irish Heritage museum and learned about the Irish famine, the sinking of the Titanic and Lusitania, and the immigration of Irish people to Australia and America. Walking around the town was nice, it's a quaint little Irish town with very colorful houses. It's the same place I had a picture of on my first blog post :) 

I've been quite busy the past few days. We had a UCC orientation all day on friday and then had a welcome 'party' down at one of the local pubs. It was a feat trying to fit 200 people into a small pub. We met some pretty cool people there though, two of which were Mikael from Estonia and Emma from NH. We grabbed a pint (I got the Cork local... Murphy's stout) and then left the crowded pub to venture on our own. We ended up on Barrak St. at some random pub called The Gateway. Drank another pint and enjoyed the warmth of a real fire, while we waited for the band to play... which was supposed to be at 10. We left close to 11 and they were just starting to get ready to play... I guess that's what Irish time is. It was fun to walk around by our selves in the city, it's not a very big city though so you can't really get lost.

Saturday, Amanda, Erika, Emily and I went into the City Centre to the Old English Market. It's an indoor flea market that sells lots of fresh food... namely fruits/ veggies, meat, and seafood. It was incredibly overwhelming and I noted things I wanted to come back for once I get myself settled. We even went back to the Cork famous hot chocolate shop, O'Conaill's. Best Hot Chocolate EVER. I wish I could bottle it up and bring it back home.

Anyway, I figured out the tentative classes I'll be taking: Intro to traditional music, Intro to Irish History, Intro to Gaelic, Environmental chemistry, Marine Environments. I'm hoping all these classes will work out, but we have a trial week starting tomorrow, so we can go to them and decide if we want to register for the class. The schedule is weird though, and we only meet each class about 2-3 hours a week, and only one day a week. It feels like I'm never going to be in class, ever. As of right now, none of my classes start until after 2pm. Which is good because waking up here is miserable. It's so cloudy out that it still feels like 6am when its almost 9.

Leaning over to kiss the stone

My little buddy Rebel. It was so lonely in my room

Our first pint in Ireland. Amanda, Emma, and me.

I Think I'll Be OK.

What a busy day today was!

We walked into Cork City Centre today and I have finally remembered why it was I wanted to pack all a limited amount of things and live in Ireland for the next 5 months. Not to mention I finally feel rejuvenated after getting some sleep, even though I was shivering so badly last night I had to buy a duvet once we went to the shops. Cork city is beautiful and it's filled with so many unique shops and fun pubs. I'm looking forward to exploring what this city has to offer.

Also, I met my final two roommates! Sini and Larry, from Finland and Tipperary, Ireland. It's been a crazy few days but I think I'm getting a hang of things. I even figured out the shower. That will take use to... especially since the shower is about the size of one arm's length and gets chilly after 5 minutes. But hey, I'm in Ireland. That's more than I can ask for :)

oh, and here's some pictures of my room. The blog's short for such a busy day cos I'm exhausted and so ready for bed. We have UCC Orientation at 9ISH tomorrow... so that's 9:30 according to the Irish. I can get used to this laid back place.

My lovely desk. Sorry for the mess. And the shite lighting....

And my bed with my new wicked warm and comfy duvet I'm currently tucked under

Touch Down

Hello!!

I made it to Ireland with no troubles! The plane journey went really smoothly, there was hardly any turbulence. I occupied myself with watching 1D: One Year in the Making, some random british cook off show, and Brave (which wasn't that good, Kerry, you shouldn't go out of your way to watch it. Probably just cross that off the list and pretend it never was there). The woman sitting next to me thankfully was a really sweet Irish lady. There was no fat person spilling over into my seat, or some obnoxious anxious flyer. Meal was standard, chicken and rice and random little other things. Although I have to say my favorite thing about flying has to be those tiny pretzels they give you... I wish I could get a whole box of those and I'll be set for the plane ride.

Anyway, we made it to Dublin ahead of schedule. We landed at 4:45AM Irish time. The sight was amazing from the sky. The sun was just barely peaking over the horizon and making the top of the clouds we were skimming, a pretty golden light. It was probably the best welcome I could have asked for. And seeing Dublin in it's early stages of waking up was beautiful to say the least.

I had about two hours after my flight to wait for the bus to take me down to Cork. That wait lasted so long. I was in a weird state of tiredness and hungry but not wanting the breakfast food they were selling. Why would i want a full irish breakfast when at home it was about 1:30AM. No thanks. So I sat there, using the free wifi to try and amuse myself to no avail. Anything just to keep myself awake or I'd miss my bus. But alas, 7:00 came and I headed to the bus station just outside.

It took a few kind Irish people to point me in the right direction of where to get on BusEireann headed for Cork. A very warm Irish couple pretty much took it upon themselves to help make sure I got on the right bus. They were headed back home to Cork and were coming from visiting their daughter in Boston. They reminded me of my grandparents a little bit. The woman was extremely nice; she mostly just chatted about who in her family has gone to UCC as if I knew all of them personally. There were times when I didn't understand what she was saying though, thanks to her Cork accent. And I had literally no idea what her husband said anytime he talked but he was a nice old man. The bus came about 10 minutes late and just the three of us got on. And then I slept.... until the next stop when more people filled the bus. The rest of the way down to Cork was a very interrupted sleep. The luscious green fields rolling by held my attention just long enough before my eyes could no longer stay open.

Arriving in Cork City was a bit of a deja vu feeling. It felt like it was just yesterday the family and I drove through this city, kind of lost. Although this time, I was alone and made my way to a taxi as quick as I can to get to Victoria Lodge. Once here I checked in at reception and grabbed my key card to check out my room and the people who I'd be living with. It was quite awkward sliding my card into the lock not knowing what or who was going to be on the other side.

But it turned out to be ok. I have a room to my self (pictures to come at some point when I get the chance) and a bathroom with the smallest shower I've ever seen. And before you ask Dad, I haven't figured out how to use it just yet. There's some weird thing you have to do with heating the water an hour before you want to take a shower. I'm not entirely sure but it seems confusing so I'm saving that task for tomorrow. But, ambitious me finished all my unpacking though! And I met one of my three roommates. She's from New York and is studying abroad too, but with a different program.

We (the API group of us 5 girls so far) had orientation at 2... and walked to the Wilton Shopping Center about 20 minutes from our apartments. It was bigger... much bigger than I anticipated it to be. We got all our linens and bed things at Penny's. Basically like a Marshall's type store. Loads of things were on sale too! I also finally made it to a Tescos. It's like a Walmart but with more groceries. We figured out our phone situation while we were there (my cheap plastic little Nokia is charging at the moment). We ate at a little sandwich shop called O'Briens, none of us were feeling too hungry due to not eating for.... well too long to count the hours. I'm still figuring out what to do about breakfast in the morning before we go grocery shopping.

However, I managed to find time during the busy day to skype with mom and dad and Alec. It definitely made my extremely long day a whole lot better :)

Sorry for the long post, it's been a very busy two days turned into one long one.

My Wings

First dinner in Cork... Turkey and Cheddar cheese sandwich with some unknown chips... I think they were Sour Cream and Union but we weren't entirely sure.

Time for bed!!