How long should it take to post something, I know, I know – get over it. Let's just say I have been busy not using my computer for more than two hours at a time cause I was having too much fun in that better country and then there is that one part where I just really don't wanna write anything because, well why should I? The excuse I should be using is something along the lines of being too busy to waste my time on the internet because I have been working so hard, but then I might be lying. It doesn't matter, no need to justify my lack of blogging interest as of late.

Just returned from a wonderful trip to England where I got very comfortable with the idea that sitting in pubs for at least 3 hours every day is really what I need in life to be a much happier person. I also decided that my future home must be made of a very old stones which shimmer in the sunlight and probably it should have the street address inscribed directly over the door, and maybe a giant ampersand with the swashiest swash of a tail flying all over the building's facade. And then I guess I should hang out on the veranda, under the ivy, near the English garden and throw stones at passers by, not because they've done anything, but because by then I will just be an old crotchety woman with an attitude who hangs out at the pub all day drinking thick, black pints of guinness. Um, yeh.

The conference was very enjoyable, especially those parts when I sat and laughed with people. I hate to say that the first couple of days I couldn't pay much attention in the lectures, but the jet-lag was pretty bad this time and all that laughing I did with people prevented many opportunities for rest. Good times, good times – oh yes and there are photos, give them a look.