"...that certain texture, that certain smell..."

The weather yesterday was lovely. We sat on the ED balcony basking in the sunlight, getting red forearms and boosting the vitamin D stores. Today was miserable. Yes, the sky was a lovely shade of blue grey, with a surreal quality, but the roads were wet and the traffic was slow. The patients were even more miserable than usual and I began to wonder if I had just imagined the smell of Spring yesterday.

Last night I dined with Team Shamrock and some more Irish doctors. I am the token Australian. The stalk of the Shamrock. (Apparently, I hold them all together.) The restaurant was noisy and they spoke in rapid Irish tongues. I understood most of the flow of conversation, until it was time to order dessert, and Michelle asked me if I'd like a turd. We decided against the chocolate mud cake and instead shared thirds of a towering tiramisu. Another leaf of Team Shamrock, Ana Louise, is trying to nail the Australian way to say "Perth". I haven't broken it to her that she sounds like someone with a swollen tongue saying "pus". Or a New Zealander saying "pith".

I got this link off Dea's blog:

create your own visited country map

I think it's cheating a bit, to say that I've visited China when I've only been to Hong Kong. Or to half the North American continent when I've only visited Manhattan.

Anyway, this trip I'm going to visit friends, not places.