Did I mention the pig races the next night? They choose audience members to get in the ring and shoo the pigs around barricades. The crowd goes wild! The pigs go.... to slaughter the next day!! (They were going to be processed anyway, so why not give them a little runaround, right?) Clare attended this event without us, as Dan Barry offered to take the kids down to see it while Sinead and Tom and I nursed the last glass of wine over dinner and pretended to do the dishes. There's something magical about meeting people and becoming fast friends and entrusting your child to them. She had a blast.