Please don't mug me!

Yesterday began as uneventfully as the day before, but it quickly gained momentum. I went out by myself to look around the city some more and change money, and I bought some groceries for lunch. Fun. But then after lunch I met a guy from Salt Lake City, and I made my first friend. We toured around the historic fighting places in the city. It was interesting to get to participate a little in the history of the area. They have lots of murals commemorating each side's participation and "sacrifice" to the conflict between loyalists to the crown and the traditional Irish. The day got even more betters when we met two pretty girlies from Quebec. It was about 8 pm so we escorted them to see the sights we had just learned about. Ha, you can pretend to know a lot at least, right? We all had a good time just discussing the place here and what we have all been doing that brought us together. It was really interesting. After that, we went to a cool pub and stayed until they closed at...

Well, I learned a few valuable lessons yesterday. 1. Belfast is not a temperate paradise. However, the Lord has fixed me up with some sunshine today. I had planned to begin my biking adventure today, but the more I thought about it after I woke up the less it seemed like a good idea. It worked out for the best, though, because the bike I was going to rent needed some work. 2. Don't spend money when experiencing jet lag. It seems I spent a lot of pointless money yesterday compared to my usual miserly expenditures. This is especially true when money costs twice as much. 3. Don't drink alone. Ha, don't think that I am a drunk. I went out last night to buy a Guinness in an Irish pub simply for the experience. This experience turned out to be less than exciting. I went first to a bar called the Kremlin just because the name is cool. I was greeted by a lady at the door asking if I had been there before. After I said no she asked if I knew it was a gay bar. I said, "No thanks...

This trip has gotten off to an interesting start. Already there have been adventures in simply getting to Belfast. Thankfully, there have been lots of friendly and helpful Irish along the way. Also, God is putting a hand in where need be. Let me tell you how... 1. I got to the check-in counter at Nashville's aeropuerto only to hear that my connecting flight to Newark, NJ was delayed 1.5 hrs. I didn't really have a problem with this, and I thought it might even earn me some flight bucks. No. The delay was due to weather in Houston which earns noone flight bucks. They checked other flights to find that the next definite flight that I could take was Thursday (this was Monday). I finally remember to ask God to fix it, and about thirty seconds later the guy helping me said, "Oh, wait your Belfast flight is a little delayed so it might work out." (or something to that effect) Bonus. 2. There were two other people going to Belfast from Nashville(natives), and they just happe...