Where do we start

Listening to „Weeping Song“ but not weeping at all. A kind gentleman keeps bringing us small bottles of wine and juice as it doesn't cost us anything and we're sort of people who don't like missing opportunities. First time over the Atlantic, highly enjoyable. Starting a new blog even though I don't reaaaally speak English – because it's ok. Hardly anyone does it anyway. Besides, I managed to tame 9 Lithuanian followers (mind that it's a pretty small nation!), which makes me believe it shouldn't be harder to get a few English readers. I might be too confident, I know, people have said it before.
Important to mention: I did wave to Wales, and I am very grateful for those buttons in my jacket – cheers, Pathsy. We haven't forgotten you yet. I found them – the buttons – pretty useful when Justinka Papapinka dragged me into the only carriage without heating as she was hoping there was a TV entertainment (it was also unavailable). As if we weren't going to fall asleep straight after the train moved forward for 3 inches.
At 4.30 AM I was still at Chelsea's house heaping up the last bits of our wealth. In the end of the Hay era we discovered that we've got much more stuff than we did when we first came here, and there is nowhere we could store it. I do remember myself convincing someone there will be only two tidy suitcases, but then, they're probably trunks rather than suitcases. And lots of more than that. I'm ever so sorry.
Got up at 6.45 as Juste ran into the room shouting something about the alarm clock we didn't hear. Souvenirs happened to stay forgotten in the fridge as we took the 7.13 bus.
Basically that's how Smartie and Justinka are starting to do America. So far so awesome.