Easter was lovely, albeit low-key. I made truffles until 9pm on Friday night and then again all day Saturday. I’d post pictures, but most of it resembles poop. They tasted good, though. It was terrible to have class all weekend because I missed the opportunity to play in Ireland with Christine and her cute little family. I have to admit, as I was tempering those 6 kilos of chocolate, I was bitter.

Easter Sunday, I joined Shannon for mass at Notre Dame. Knowing Catholic guilt, and that many, many of the naughty faithful save their yearly church-going for Easter, I was prepared for a crowd. I was not prepared to be almost trampled by old European women in the scramble for seats at the 11:30 mass. It was unreal how crowded it was- I thought this type of Catholics swarm only gathers for pope-sightings. The service was really great though, especially the music. I was happy that I went.