Just wanted to add a quick update since we figured out how to access Paul's pics. Here's a shot of my triumphant (and somehow angelic?) grill after I managed to locate the cheesemonger. I hate to say this, but some in our party had nearly lost heart towards the end.
This, as you can probably tell, was taken towards the end of the Ceilidh, right before Paul's cells disassociated and he collapsed into a puddle, which immediately dissolved. Troy (l), on the other hand, is the military man/cyborg who talks about poetry while people are trying not to die on the way up a hill and who, as you can see, does not sweat at all.

Monday has been just fine so far. We stayed up rather late shooting the bull and procrastinating, but Paul managed to pull off his presentation on Heart of Darkness. Our lecture this morning featured the madcap antics of Peter the Director--definitely the best hair of all the lecturers so far. We're about to go eat some sort of lunch and then get into trouble somehow or other--maybe checking out a museum that describes the history of surgery... to help us digest our lunch. Further updates as events warrant. Love to all of you. Don't forget to leave comments if you want.