It’s funny that I wanted so desperately to kiss a giant stone that would give me the gift of the gab, since, you know, I have been gabbing here several-times-weekly for almost nine years. Shutting up doesn’t really seem to be a problem that I suffer from, but, well, it’s just one of those things. How could I come home and tell people that I went all the way across the pond and not only did I not partake in any tripe or black and white pudding, I didn’t kiss the Blarney Stone either?!