St. Paul, city of a lot of enthusiastic Irish people. St. Patty’s day hit while we were in St. Paul, and I’ve never seen so many patriotic Irish folk. I’ve also never seen so many drunk folk. We had our first hint of spring here, too, which was lovely. I don’t remember much about St. Paul except that everyone was really eager to leave – not because it wasn’t lovely city, but because it was our last city before Spring layoff, and we were all eager to go home! All I've got from this city is the gorgeous sunset on our flight in.