Dispatches from the Emerald Isle

Amber has checked in from the lovely land of leprechauns, where she's daydreaming about rolling on the luscious grass and licking it.

Says she:

My favorite thing about this part of the country is how the island ends not with beaches, but with gigantic cliffs. You could walk to the edge of the world and jump in the ocean, had you a death wish or balls of steel.

She and Courtney were serenaded by some local pub patrons who sang the Tennessee Waltz when they found out where the travelers were from.

Sounds pretty amazing to me.