Floral pants

Floral pants you say? We're not in Oregon! There are no hipsters in Wales! Why are you talking about floral pants?? Well, my little furry little sheepies, let me tell you. Apparently this week was a particularly fine one for said pants. Since you couldn't be here for the festivities, however, I have used my superb photoshopping prowess to show you my favorite outfit from the other night. (Also, call them trousers - pants means something else entirely.)

Baa baa black sheep.

You will all be delighted to know that after a Spanish metro, and Barcelona bus, a delayed flight, an irrational customs officer, a sprint through the airport, an airline sky shuttle, a missed train, a different train, a lost wander, a found hostel, a brief encounter with a world-class beat-boxer, two and a half hours of sleep, a taxi, a different train, and another taxi, I am officially back in the land of the sheep. They are such an eloquent beast.

The Sheeps of Spain stay Mainly on the Las Ramblas (lurking in front of overpriced gelato stands).

GOOD MORNING LOVERS I AM A DAY LATE WITH THE SHEEP. Forgive me. There are no sheep in Barcelona so far as I can tell. So, to console myself, I ran. There were as many running Spaniards as Welsh sheep. Speaking of bonkers, everyone not running yesterday was climbing. They are not sheep either, but you can get over it because they cool like ice cubes.

Germans and their lack of sheep.

So far as I can tell, there are no sheep in Munich. But there are a lot of really well groomed dogs. Believe the picture, not the lie: dachshunds will never decline!

Dancing like a drunken leprechaun.

I AM IN IRELAND. I love it a lot and think I may never leave. Last night I was given permission by a bald Irish guitarist to "dance like a drunken leprechaun." Fear not, dance I did. The SOTW this week is Johnny Cash because (who knew) he is four thousand times catchier when sung with an Irish accent. But then again, what isn't? 

The other SOTW is Ryanair. I have discovered why their flights are so mysteriously cheap... they have gambling on the planes. Please picture me sitting on a garishly yellow and blue plane, scratching off a million tickets and puffing on smokeless cigarettes. As usual, this may or may not have happened. I'll let you use your imagination.