They have corn outside the Midwest?

Seriously, sand. That substance has and incredible talented of finding its way into your deepest and darkest crevices as well as adhering itself in layers to the rest of your body.

A group of us went to the beach today, forming a large, intimidating pack of bikini-clad Minnesotans. In rows like an army. There was a group of three middle-aged drunk men who were making no attempt to be subtle with their glances...err...stares. I got tired of it and went and told them they were being obnoxious, to which they responded in unintelligible grunts.
In other news, a strange Australian man gave me his number today. I am only including this to give comfort to the throngs of people who are waiting for me to meet a foreigner and fall in love. At least I got my foot in the door! I'd call him, but I thought twice after he told me about how he spent his day at the gym and wouldn't tell me where he was from. I'm sure he was a nice guy...

Tonight another large group of us went to a restaurant and bar called Little Creatures - it's the one I went to last night (and quite enjoyed, they have good beer and cider and GREAT fries), and it was highly recommended by people who have studied here before. I decided against ordering the kangaroo, mainly because it was a 23 dollar dish that didn't come with any sides, but I did get to try it! It tasted a lot like steak...but it was delicious steak, to be fair. I expected kangaroo to taste a lot more like...I'm not sure, more like honey for some strange reason. In lieu of that, though, I had a plate full of the best, most buttery, greasy corn cobs I could ever ask for, and ask a single person who knows me, corn is one of my lifelines. Muy delicious!

Manders