If you like the weather in Cardiff, wait five minutes

I've been busy!
I bought myself a sweatshirt:

Thursday evening, I went to a pub quiz at the Taf (Student Union Centre pub). We were asked all sorts of random questions like: What movie has the tagline "The greatest manhunt in history"? or In the United States, how many states have outlawed driving barefoot? We also had a sheet of Lego characters that we had to identify and name the movie they came from. Frodo Baggins, Marty McFly and Tony Montana were just a few of the guys on there.

Cider and Blackcurrant cordial. Charming color, equally charming taste.

Team America! (Note my Cardiff Uni sweatshirt), photo by Julia

Team America (now with Julia!)

 Team America came in dead last (we failed you, fellow Americans). We still had loads of fun.

Friday!
Felt a bit ill, I think it's me adjusting to the water here.
I went out to a Creperie called "Crepe Affair" in the City Centre. It was adorable and reminded me of Skinny Pancake back home. I ordered a savory crepe with goat cheese, caramelized onions, red onions and spinach. It was very good.
I was further marveled over for being an American, later that evening in the flat. I got into a very heated discussion about American politics with some tipsy Brits. It got to the point that some of my flatmates decided to intervene. Yikes! Just a bit of trollish thinking: The Brits seem big on cultural relativism. Why can't they extend that courtesy to my culture? Haha. Still, no hard feelings on either side. They went right back to chanting "USA, USA!" when I returned to the room.

Saturday!
I watched my first rugby game! It was Wales vs Ireland. People went all-out for the match. Painted faces, flag-capes, dragon costumes, the works!

Henry (UK), Sasha (Australia), Meredith (USA), Sophie and Raphaelle (Both French)

I watched the game at the Taf. It got pretty crowded there. Luckily, we got a table early. The only rugby I'd seen previously was SMC girls' rugby. I was not prepared for the level of... violence? I think? I learned what a blood replacement was (when a guy has to be taken out and patched up and they send in another guy). I think a conversion is when the kicker-guy kicks the rugby ball in between the posts. My London roomie, Kirsten, had played rugby so she was explaining everything to us clueless folk. I had friends who went into Cardiff City Centre to watch the game. They said that roads were blocked off, pubs were overflowing with people and the costumes were quite a thing to behold.

Wales lost :(