Catherine is having such a good time in the UK she is threatening to stay there.
This past week flew by and brought a chance to see two plays for her class: The Curious Incident of the Dog in the Nighttime, which she loved; and another, less successful show that nevertheless fueled a great deal of class discussion.
She and her group of new-found friends also continued their sightseeing, enjoying a variety of entertainment and fun. Monday will bring a trip to the Tower of London.
I’m not sure what else next week will bring, but she’s spent this weekend in Dublin, which seems to have welcomed her little group with open arms. Unlike in London, where she and her classmates have encountered some anti-American sentiment, the Irish are quite friendly, she told us. The folks in the neighborhood pub treated them like family; you can read about it here.
Today, they toured the Guinness factory, where they were treated to mini-pints and taught the proper way to pour the stuff.
After reading Catherine’s latest travelogue, my mother is worried she may never come home.
I know better.
Sooner or later, she’s bound to run out of clean clothes.