For some reason, a old Irish toast comes to our mind, though we can't imagine why. But here goes...
May you enjoy the four greatest blessings:
Honest work to occupy you.
A hearty appetite to sustain you.
A good woman to love you.
And a wink from the God above.
May the wings of the butterfly kiss the sun.
And find your shoulder to light on.
To bring you luck, happiness and riches.
Today, tomorrow and beyond.
May the road rise up to meet you.
May the wind always be at your back.
May the sun shine warm upon your face,
and rains fall soft upon your fields.
And until we meet again,
May God hold you in the palm of His hand.
Slan agus beannacht!
The LFS Team
Post Scriptum 0 Since many readers are in Europe and North America, we have the unique ability to address you from next year. We have just passed midnight, the world is still here and last we checked, God is still in His Heaven.
We just wanted to tell you what it's like living in a city of 12 million people with no silly laws that protect them from their own stupidity. At midnight, it was a veritable war zone. There were fireworks erupting from every corner in every neighborhood for a full 30 minutes. It was raining flotsam and jetsam, and likely still is, though we dicided it was somewhat safer indoors. The noise was literally deafening and there were showers of sparks and booms from every direction. Kind of reminded us of Red Square, except it is warm and not smowing. Quite an interesting experience that we would recommend to anyone wanting to plan a get away for 2012!