Homecoming

So I unfortunately was not able to make my first ever Furman Homecoming, so my reading week (fall break) turned into my London version of coming home. After more volunteering, meeting up with new friends from my program and three more classes, Wednesday Nov. 3rd I was off to see Markus in St. Andrews. Mark had the same reading week as me, so we were able to head home to visit with his family in Northern Ireland. It felt so good to be in a home again after life in my dorm room. Mark and I had a wonderful week of relaxing by the fire and spending time with his family. Each day we went next door to spend time with Morenanny and Papa (Mark's grandparents), and Morenanny would fix us lunch and Papa would pour me tea and try to fatten me up some more :) Lunches with Mark's grandparents made me miss Grandma and Papi so much, and all of those lunches of cuban sandwiches, iron beer, and plantain chips by the pool. As much as I love Mark, I just don't know if the boy can be allowed in the fam without a cuban sandwich (he offered to try one without the meat.. without realizing that would just be a cheese and pickle sandwich) :P

Relaxing by the fire :)

Mark forgot to delete this from my camera :)

Mark's Homeland

The week with Mark's family was so wonderful (Minus a disaster that occurred about midweek, let's just say I am retiring as mark's hairdresser...no picture included for this one. We bought a few hats.), and I was so sad to leave.