As most of you know, I don't sit still well. I'm not comfortable not doing something and so being in Dublin not knowing many people (in the early days of my adventure) I began to think of things to keep myself busy. I'm always thinking on the lines of education and I obviously have an appreciation for travel so I combined the two with my other great passion, writing. I put together two books based on an idea from Carol Poole, a former teacher and mentor of mine.
The idea was to take an animal and share the stories of my travel through the animal's perspective. I've been fortunate enough to travel many places throughout Europe and America but I wanted to make it really personal for the first book. I thought I'd root the character someplace and what better place is there than Charleston?
In speaking with the publisher, I was able to work on two books at once so I took my new adventure of living abroad as a starting point for my second book. I thought of a character I'd like to go with and the giraffe seemed like a lovable animal that hasn't been overdone with children's stories. I wanted to use alliteration to choose a name for the giraffe and Gia was a cute name that I thought would work well...thus, Gia the Giraffe was born.
On December 20, 2011, both The Adventures of Gia the Giraffe and Gia Goes to Dublin arrived on my doorstep. They are the first two copies to ever be printed of my books. I am now awaiting word that the others have been printed and are available for purchase on Amazon and Barnes and Noble. It's all so exciting!
I'm happy with my little project from Dublin and proud to have another something to remember my time there. I'm also very proud that these little stories can be shared with children so that they too can "visit" two fantastic cities. I hope that I'll be able to share more stories of Gia's adventures in the future.
Monday, December 26, 2011
When One Door Closes...
Apparently several others open! I'm metaphorically talking about moving from Dublin to Milan, but in the past week and in the two weeks to come I'm literally talking about doors...lots of them! We'll get to that though. It's been ages since I've written and I've got to catch you up on things. So much has been going on these last few weeks. I had to get things in order on one side of the pond to head to another. I packed my tiny apartment in a few boxes and two suitcases, met an amazing new friend on Friday the 16th of December and spent most of my last weekend in Dublin with him, then he took me to the airport and toted all my belongings for me so I could head back to Charleston on Sunday the 18th.
My flight home was really rather easy...Dublin to Chicago, a three hour layover, then Chicago home. I had no idea they were greeting me at the airport, but when I came from my gate in Charleston I saw T'Lene, Ashley Henson, and Amy Freeman with posters of Dave Matthews and warm welcomes. So sweet. I visited with Mom and went home to crash, or so I thought. Even though it was late, I ended up full of energy and unpacked everything. Smart move at the time.
I was home for 7 days before I had renters move in for the month of January. Funny how I rented the house the one month I would be home, right? It was a surprise arrival two days early so I literally threw everything I'd just unpacked in my suitcases and Mom allowed me to dump it all in her living room.
Christmas was amazing and today, the 26th, I'm sat on a couch at Ashley's as she and her new fiance are in West Virginia and have graciously allowed me to stay at their house for the week while they're out of town. Funny this being a nomad business. Friday I move to T'Lene's and hopefully will stay there through my departure date. I head to Milan on January 18th! So glad to be here in Charleston now though and love catching up with friends and family!
My flight home was really rather easy...Dublin to Chicago, a three hour layover, then Chicago home. I had no idea they were greeting me at the airport, but when I came from my gate in Charleston I saw T'Lene, Ashley Henson, and Amy Freeman with posters of Dave Matthews and warm welcomes. So sweet. I visited with Mom and went home to crash, or so I thought. Even though it was late, I ended up full of energy and unpacked everything. Smart move at the time.
I was home for 7 days before I had renters move in for the month of January. Funny how I rented the house the one month I would be home, right? It was a surprise arrival two days early so I literally threw everything I'd just unpacked in my suitcases and Mom allowed me to dump it all in her living room.
Christmas was amazing and today, the 26th, I'm sat on a couch at Ashley's as she and her new fiance are in West Virginia and have graciously allowed me to stay at their house for the week while they're out of town. Funny this being a nomad business. Friday I move to T'Lene's and hopefully will stay there through my departure date. I head to Milan on January 18th! So glad to be here in Charleston now though and love catching up with friends and family!
Saturday, December 10, 2011
Christmas Spirit
I've been waiting and waiting to catch a bit of the Christmas spirit, but unfortunately, I haven't really gotten in the mood. I wanted to visit the Christmas markets while in Italy, and did, but didn't quite get it there. I went out today to browse a few of the markets in Dublin, but never found the joy of Christmas in any of the places I went here either. I'm beginning to think it's just me, and in an effort to fix that, I've got Bing Crosby's Christmas album playing on YouTube and I'm writing this very Christmas-y blog!
I started the day at the Christchurch Cathedral Christmas Market. This was nice because the market is held in the crypt and while you can see this on any tour of the church, it was much more festive as the stalls were set up all through the corridors. It's small though, so there weren't too many gift options. I think I spent a total of 5 minutes here before heading back out to the street.
I then walked through Cow's Lane, which holds a market every Saturday. There were several little stalls of jewelry, clothes, and crafts. I overheard one artisan speaking with some girls from Boston about how he'd soon be in the states selling his works on QVC. How funny. I found a very cool stall of glass jewelery that I debated buying for T'Lene. Another woman had jewelery that she had made out of lava rocks and other gems. Her pieces were really neat. I walked into a shop just off Cow's Lane and got a cute little statue for my neighbor Josh's Christmas present. It's a little "man" made of steel bits such as screws. The little statue is of a weightlifter. This is perfect as Josh has been the one exercising out my window the whole time I've lived in Dublin...he takes good care of himself while I sit in my flat having a glass of wine and cookies!
I walked down the River Liffey and ran up to Penny's which is a cheap clothing and home store that I hate going in because it's always busy, but I had to get some leggings today and so I braved the madness within. I had to encourage myself the whole way in and out because of the claustrophobic attack that seemed inevitable, but I managed.
After the madness of Penny's I walked down to the Docklands Christmas Market which really was a nice set-up. Kids especially would enjoy the market I think. They had a good many booths with crafts, etc and of course carousels and other kid friendly fun. There were a few food trucks with crepes, sausages which smelled amazing, coffees, etc. There was a choir on a small stage singing but they weren't really on key and none of the music I heard was actually Christmas music, which I found interesting.
I left the market there feeling a little disappointed, but got a kick out of what happened next. Just as I was thinking to myself how great Christmas in Charleston is and missing decorating my house etc, I saw a parade of motorcycles coming my way and would you believe none other than Santa Clause himself was riding by! A huge smile swept across my face. So what if I saw pink bunnies on Westmorland Street today? So what if there was a parade/protest with Bob Marley music blaring on O'Connell bridge this afternoon? It doesn't matter..."it's Ireland!" It's Ireland and it's Christmas time. The lights are up on Grafton, the trees are decorated in my neighbor's windows. It's Christmas and I have one week left in this city. I plan to enjoy it, and I'm happy to announce, I finally feel like Christmas!
I started the day at the Christchurch Cathedral Christmas Market. This was nice because the market is held in the crypt and while you can see this on any tour of the church, it was much more festive as the stalls were set up all through the corridors. It's small though, so there weren't too many gift options. I think I spent a total of 5 minutes here before heading back out to the street.
I then walked through Cow's Lane, which holds a market every Saturday. There were several little stalls of jewelry, clothes, and crafts. I overheard one artisan speaking with some girls from Boston about how he'd soon be in the states selling his works on QVC. How funny. I found a very cool stall of glass jewelery that I debated buying for T'Lene. Another woman had jewelery that she had made out of lava rocks and other gems. Her pieces were really neat. I walked into a shop just off Cow's Lane and got a cute little statue for my neighbor Josh's Christmas present. It's a little "man" made of steel bits such as screws. The little statue is of a weightlifter. This is perfect as Josh has been the one exercising out my window the whole time I've lived in Dublin...he takes good care of himself while I sit in my flat having a glass of wine and cookies!
I walked down the River Liffey and ran up to Penny's which is a cheap clothing and home store that I hate going in because it's always busy, but I had to get some leggings today and so I braved the madness within. I had to encourage myself the whole way in and out because of the claustrophobic attack that seemed inevitable, but I managed.
After the madness of Penny's I walked down to the Docklands Christmas Market which really was a nice set-up. Kids especially would enjoy the market I think. They had a good many booths with crafts, etc and of course carousels and other kid friendly fun. There were a few food trucks with crepes, sausages which smelled amazing, coffees, etc. There was a choir on a small stage singing but they weren't really on key and none of the music I heard was actually Christmas music, which I found interesting.
I left the market there feeling a little disappointed, but got a kick out of what happened next. Just as I was thinking to myself how great Christmas in Charleston is and missing decorating my house etc, I saw a parade of motorcycles coming my way and would you believe none other than Santa Clause himself was riding by! A huge smile swept across my face. So what if I saw pink bunnies on Westmorland Street today? So what if there was a parade/protest with Bob Marley music blaring on O'Connell bridge this afternoon? It doesn't matter..."it's Ireland!" It's Ireland and it's Christmas time. The lights are up on Grafton, the trees are decorated in my neighbor's windows. It's Christmas and I have one week left in this city. I plan to enjoy it, and I'm happy to announce, I finally feel like Christmas!
Wednesday, December 7, 2011
Wine, Women and the Open Road
As with any trip to Tuscany, our days were spent admiring the countryside and drinking a glass of wine or two along the way. The itinerary for one day in particular was specifically devoted to wine drinking. We got up that morning and set out for Montepulciano. Wikipedia notes that Montepulciano "is a medieval and Renaissance hill town and comune in the province of Siena in southern Tuscany." It also states that Montepulciano is known worldwide for its wine, and I think we can agree now that it produces some of the finest wine in Italy.
There are signs all over Tuscany for the "Strada del Vino" which we intended to follow throughout the day. We plugged an address into our GPS, but ended up pulling off our path to stop first at the Poliziano vineyard. We thought the place to be closed, but I rang the bell politely asking "Parla Inglese?" and getting the quick response which allowed us to enter. Two men walked to the door and gave one look at the three girls then very obviously let us know they were pleased to see us. It was a nice greeting! It was then just the girls and one very nice Italian man who allowed us to taste 4 wines from their collection. It was a unanimous vote for the Asinone, although they were all quite nice. We each bought a bottle and then were given a brief tour of the premises.
After leaving the vineyard we had lunch at a cute little place our host suggested and then did a few more tastings at shops before heading to our next vineyard. We came upon a place called Il Greppo. Upon arriving here we found a tour bus full of Italians tasting wine and then drinking espresso trying to get ready for the road! We waited for them to leave and then once again the three of us had the full attention of the owners' son who shared a few of their wines. We of course bought a bottle and then walked the grounds of the beautifully organic farm and vineyards. The day was a perfect one weather wise and we enjoyed our purchases later that evening rounding out a perfect afternoon.
If visiting Tuscany, the wine road is an absolute must do. I would suggest trying to choose a few vineyards before setting out though as you might cover more ground (and taste more wine) with an established plan! Salute!
There are signs all over Tuscany for the "Strada del Vino" which we intended to follow throughout the day. We plugged an address into our GPS, but ended up pulling off our path to stop first at the Poliziano vineyard. We thought the place to be closed, but I rang the bell politely asking "Parla Inglese?" and getting the quick response which allowed us to enter. Two men walked to the door and gave one look at the three girls then very obviously let us know they were pleased to see us. It was a nice greeting! It was then just the girls and one very nice Italian man who allowed us to taste 4 wines from their collection. It was a unanimous vote for the Asinone, although they were all quite nice. We each bought a bottle and then were given a brief tour of the premises.
After leaving the vineyard we had lunch at a cute little place our host suggested and then did a few more tastings at shops before heading to our next vineyard. We came upon a place called Il Greppo. Upon arriving here we found a tour bus full of Italians tasting wine and then drinking espresso trying to get ready for the road! We waited for them to leave and then once again the three of us had the full attention of the owners' son who shared a few of their wines. We of course bought a bottle and then walked the grounds of the beautifully organic farm and vineyards. The day was a perfect one weather wise and we enjoyed our purchases later that evening rounding out a perfect afternoon.
If visiting Tuscany, the wine road is an absolute must do. I would suggest trying to choose a few vineyards before setting out though as you might cover more ground (and taste more wine) with an established plan! Salute!
Friday, December 2, 2011
Vacanza italiana
The first day of December proved to be a pleasant one here in Italy as Kit, Jamie and I arose and set out (after a grueling DVD session with Jillian Michaels) for our adventures in Volterra and Siena. We drove the further distance to Volterra first, worried the entire way about the weather as it was extremely foggy out and Volterra sits high on a hilltop. We parked and walked up to the little town and found a good restaurant called Don Beta. Kit said she won the prize for best choice as she had a salad and homemade pasta dish with garlic and veggies that was amazing. Jamie and I both ordered a set menu...she had brushetta, soup, and salad and I had brushetta, gnocchi, and salad. I did enjoy my gnocchi quite a lot.
After lunch we leisurely walked around the town taking architectural shots and admiring the beauty of the Roman Theater ruins. We were in town during the "siesta" hours so we didn't get to walk in many shops, but it was nice to visit Volterra and worth the drive. I did get to pic up a few circes for T'Lene and Mom.
We later got back in the car and headed towards Siena. By the time we arrived it was dark outside (probably between 4 and 5 o'clock) but we drove up just as a parade taking place. The parade led to the duomo, which we didn't find out until later. We parked and walked the tiny, winding streets in Siena and popped our head in a few shops. We walked through the Piazza del Campo and then up to the duomo. The building is a beautiful piece of history and it was very nice to walk inside (without paying) to see and hear the ceremony, meeting, service (who knows really) that was taking place.
By about 7 we decided we better get on the road as it was now really dark so we grabbed a few bottles of wine and came back to the house where Kit and Jamie made us a lovely antipasto plate and I built a fire. We planned our next full day out and headed off to bed hoping to get some good rest for what lie ahead.
After lunch we leisurely walked around the town taking architectural shots and admiring the beauty of the Roman Theater ruins. We were in town during the "siesta" hours so we didn't get to walk in many shops, but it was nice to visit Volterra and worth the drive. I did get to pic up a few circes for T'Lene and Mom.
We later got back in the car and headed towards Siena. By the time we arrived it was dark outside (probably between 4 and 5 o'clock) but we drove up just as a parade taking place. The parade led to the duomo, which we didn't find out until later. We parked and walked the tiny, winding streets in Siena and popped our head in a few shops. We walked through the Piazza del Campo and then up to the duomo. The building is a beautiful piece of history and it was very nice to walk inside (without paying) to see and hear the ceremony, meeting, service (who knows really) that was taking place.
By about 7 we decided we better get on the road as it was now really dark so we grabbed a few bottles of wine and came back to the house where Kit and Jamie made us a lovely antipasto plate and I built a fire. We planned our next full day out and headed off to bed hoping to get some good rest for what lie ahead.
Wednesday, November 30, 2011
Under the Tuscan Sun
Well Kit, Jamie and I arrived in Pisa yesterday afternoon and rented our little red Audi to head to our accommodations in Monte San Savino. We took the short drive into Pisa city center first to see the Leaning Tower and have a lovely pizza lunch before heading to the province of Arezzo.
We arrived in town and drove a circle around the tiny center before finding our keys at Paola and Mirco's shop, L'appaltino. We walked the short distance to our amazing accommodations (Molly's house) and unpacked. The house is a beautifully renovated two story apartment just over one of the main squares.
We walked out to a tiny store to get a few groceries and then to the butcher for a lovely spinach stuffed turkey loin. Jamie fixed our dinner and we spent the night playing on the computer, etc (very exciting) but we were all so tired from our early flights so we headed to bed early.
This morning we woke up late and did a nice yoga podcast before heading out to the markets in town. It didn't take but about an hour (at most) to walk the entire city and see the markets (which all close at 1) so we decided to grab lots of items from the stalls and shops and make a picnic. We walked a bit in the afternoon but then decided to drive the short distance to Gargonza for a quick view of the castle. We found the most delightful place for a picnic and enjoyed our snacks "Under the Tuscan Sun." It was a magnificent way to spend our first full day in Italy.
Tonight we built a fire to keep us warm and watched a sweet movie about Dublin of all places (Once). We drank our wine and snacked on leftovers from our picnic.
Tomorrow should prove to be an exciting day as we plan to get up to exercise and then drive to a few nearby towns. I think we are heading in the direction of Siena. Who knows exactly what the day will hold but I'm excited to share another day with my gals exploring the Tuscan landscapes.
Domani??!
We arrived in town and drove a circle around the tiny center before finding our keys at Paola and Mirco's shop, L'appaltino. We walked the short distance to our amazing accommodations (Molly's house) and unpacked. The house is a beautifully renovated two story apartment just over one of the main squares.
We walked out to a tiny store to get a few groceries and then to the butcher for a lovely spinach stuffed turkey loin. Jamie fixed our dinner and we spent the night playing on the computer, etc (very exciting) but we were all so tired from our early flights so we headed to bed early.
This morning we woke up late and did a nice yoga podcast before heading out to the markets in town. It didn't take but about an hour (at most) to walk the entire city and see the markets (which all close at 1) so we decided to grab lots of items from the stalls and shops and make a picnic. We walked a bit in the afternoon but then decided to drive the short distance to Gargonza for a quick view of the castle. We found the most delightful place for a picnic and enjoyed our snacks "Under the Tuscan Sun." It was a magnificent way to spend our first full day in Italy.
Tonight we built a fire to keep us warm and watched a sweet movie about Dublin of all places (Once). We drank our wine and snacked on leftovers from our picnic.
Tomorrow should prove to be an exciting day as we plan to get up to exercise and then drive to a few nearby towns. I think we are heading in the direction of Siena. Who knows exactly what the day will hold but I'm excited to share another day with my gals exploring the Tuscan landscapes.
Domani??!
Sunday, November 27, 2011
Oh the Places You'll Go
In the children's sermon at church this morning, Andrew, the minister, said he'd like to read a little passage from a well known author. He mentioned the title of the book, Oh the Places You'll Go, and then introduced the author himself, "Dr. Zues". I had to smile. I'm going to miss the way the Irish pronounce things, or shall I say, "tings".
"Dr. Zeus", Andrew said, wrote a great piece on "The Waiting Place" and he proceeded to read from the book...
The Waiting Place…for people just waiting.
Waiting for a train to go or a bus to come, or a plane to go or the mail to come, or the rain to go or the phone to ring, or the snow to snow or waiting around for a Yes or No or waiting for their hair to grow. Everyone is just waiting.
Now Andrew ended his reading there but the story goes on to say:
Waiting for the fish to bite or waiting for wind to fly a kite or waiting around for Friday night or waiting, perhaps, for their Uncle Jake or a pot to boil, or a Better Break or a string of pearls, or a pair of pants or a wig with curls, or Another Chance. Everyone is just waiting.
Every time I hear about this book, or quotes from it, I think of graduation. Graduation is a time when young adults set off into the world for new adventures. Perhaps they plan to attend college, to travel abroad, to volunteer, to begin an internship or to start their career. Who knows, but in the time between graduation and what's next, people tend to wait.
I too am waiting. The last few weeks have been a time of contemplation for me. I have to decide what my "better break" will be, or at least what's next. Oh the Places You'll Go is a constant reminder to me that there are bigger and better things out there, always. It doesn't mean I'll always be on the run, but it does mean that I'll set my sites high and be encouraged to look forward, no matter where I am in my life. I can appreciate all that I have and be optimistic about all that is to come.
I hope that you too will be encouraged; encouraged to appreciate what you have and be thankful for all that God has given you, and at the same time, excited about what He has in store for you.
So remember:
Today is your day.
You’re off to Great Places!
You’re off and away!
You have brains in your head.
You have feet in your shoes.
You can steer yourself any direction you choose.
"Dr. Zeus", Andrew said, wrote a great piece on "The Waiting Place" and he proceeded to read from the book...
The Waiting Place…for people just waiting.
Waiting for a train to go or a bus to come, or a plane to go or the mail to come, or the rain to go or the phone to ring, or the snow to snow or waiting around for a Yes or No or waiting for their hair to grow. Everyone is just waiting.
Now Andrew ended his reading there but the story goes on to say:
Waiting for the fish to bite or waiting for wind to fly a kite or waiting around for Friday night or waiting, perhaps, for their Uncle Jake or a pot to boil, or a Better Break or a string of pearls, or a pair of pants or a wig with curls, or Another Chance. Everyone is just waiting.
Every time I hear about this book, or quotes from it, I think of graduation. Graduation is a time when young adults set off into the world for new adventures. Perhaps they plan to attend college, to travel abroad, to volunteer, to begin an internship or to start their career. Who knows, but in the time between graduation and what's next, people tend to wait.
I too am waiting. The last few weeks have been a time of contemplation for me. I have to decide what my "better break" will be, or at least what's next. Oh the Places You'll Go is a constant reminder to me that there are bigger and better things out there, always. It doesn't mean I'll always be on the run, but it does mean that I'll set my sites high and be encouraged to look forward, no matter where I am in my life. I can appreciate all that I have and be optimistic about all that is to come.
I hope that you too will be encouraged; encouraged to appreciate what you have and be thankful for all that God has given you, and at the same time, excited about what He has in store for you.
So remember:
Today is your day.
You’re off to Great Places!
You’re off and away!
You have brains in your head.
You have feet in your shoes.
You can steer yourself any direction you choose.
Tuesday, November 22, 2011
The Great Debate
I'm sure at one point or another in reading through my blog that you've noticed the title. The blog address is hesinireland but the actual title of the blog is "My Year Abroad." It's interesting because the original plan was for me to be in Ireland for a year (thus the blog address), but of course, plans do change. I may have mentioned it before, but my friend Jennifer Tharp once said "Write your plans in pencil and give God the eraser." I'm not sure where she got that, but it has stuck with me ever since she said it.
You see, my plan was to come to Ireland and I felt very confident that the Lord had a reason for that. I still believe He did. I came here and I worked with an amazing group of people up at DCU. I met a cute little fellow, Ari, and got to know his family while nannying for them. I met amazing people (mostly Americans) and I know I'll be friends with them forever. I believe 100% that there was a reason for me coming here.
With that same confidence, I know that the Lord has other plans for me now. My time in Ireland may soon be coming to an end, but I will not have completed "My Year Abroad" just yet. There are other opportunities for me out there. Recently, I found a very interesting website called Aupair World where I created a profile for myself and in the days since doing so have had many families reach out to me interested in me becoming their next au pair.
I've never worked as an au pair before, but I believe that in my many years of babysitting I've built some pretty good skills in childminding and I can say that my early childhood and elementary teaching backgrounds pique the interest of many families. On top of that, these families see that my Masters is in teaching English and all of a sudden, I'm a top choice for them.
The families mostly want someone to help with the kids in the after school hours and work with them on homework, etc as well as participate in the children's extracurricular activities. I can do this. These families also really want their children to learn English, or to improve it, so I've got that experience too.
My "problem" lies with knowing where to go. I've spoken to families throughout France, Italy, and Spain and I feel very strongly about certain places. I am debating, in the most reasonable manner possible, and weighing the pros and cons of each. I even created a color coded table so I can better visualize my options (that's such the teacher in me)!
No matter the plan, I know I've got someone looking out for me. I will know when it's time to make a decision where I am to go. As for now, I'm enjoying learning a little about these families all over Europe and letting them try to "win" my favor.
You see, my plan was to come to Ireland and I felt very confident that the Lord had a reason for that. I still believe He did. I came here and I worked with an amazing group of people up at DCU. I met a cute little fellow, Ari, and got to know his family while nannying for them. I met amazing people (mostly Americans) and I know I'll be friends with them forever. I believe 100% that there was a reason for me coming here.
With that same confidence, I know that the Lord has other plans for me now. My time in Ireland may soon be coming to an end, but I will not have completed "My Year Abroad" just yet. There are other opportunities for me out there. Recently, I found a very interesting website called Aupair World where I created a profile for myself and in the days since doing so have had many families reach out to me interested in me becoming their next au pair.
I've never worked as an au pair before, but I believe that in my many years of babysitting I've built some pretty good skills in childminding and I can say that my early childhood and elementary teaching backgrounds pique the interest of many families. On top of that, these families see that my Masters is in teaching English and all of a sudden, I'm a top choice for them.
The families mostly want someone to help with the kids in the after school hours and work with them on homework, etc as well as participate in the children's extracurricular activities. I can do this. These families also really want their children to learn English, or to improve it, so I've got that experience too.
My "problem" lies with knowing where to go. I've spoken to families throughout France, Italy, and Spain and I feel very strongly about certain places. I am debating, in the most reasonable manner possible, and weighing the pros and cons of each. I even created a color coded table so I can better visualize my options (that's such the teacher in me)!
No matter the plan, I know I've got someone looking out for me. I will know when it's time to make a decision where I am to go. As for now, I'm enjoying learning a little about these families all over Europe and letting them try to "win" my favor.
Friday, November 18, 2011
What's Up With The Weather?
I get it, it's Ireland. I know I can't expect to have anyone forecast the weather and it be accurate, but really, it's as bad here as it is in Charleston!! At home I'm used to the fluctuating temperatures and the sporadic showers, but it is ridiculous here too. A few weeks ago I was bundled up in my winter coat, scarf, boots, hat and gloves. I just went out at 7 pm and was hot walking in my jeans and a tee shirt with just my fleece over it. I can't begin to figure it out. I heard that it was close to 30 back in Charleston today. After checking the temperature just now I realized that it was currently 52 in Dublin. It's night time here, day time at home...strange happenings. The thing I really love is that I can't control my heat so it's on in my flat, but it's hot, so I've got the window open. Can we say wasteful?
The forecast shows temps in the 50s for the next week with light rain and clouds. I guarantee it will be raining one minute, sunshine another, cold in the morning and warmer in the afternoons. I think perhaps I should do the weather here in Dublin...hey, it could be my new calling!
The forecast shows temps in the 50s for the next week with light rain and clouds. I guarantee it will be raining one minute, sunshine another, cold in the morning and warmer in the afternoons. I think perhaps I should do the weather here in Dublin...hey, it could be my new calling!
Thursday, November 17, 2011
The End is Nigh
I have been back and forth over the last few months trying to figure out what exactly I'm doing and where exactly I'm headed. The latest plan was to move to Wales, but things do change and now it seems I'm heading back to South Carolina.
It only just hit me that I'm leaving Dublin in one month. It's crazy to think that I've been here as long as I have been, but it's also crazy to think my time is up. In the short period of time I've spent abroad, I've met some amazing people, visited some beautiful places, and learned an abundance of knowledge, mostly about myself.
Thinking about heading back to Charleston is really exciting for me. I'm ready for the smell of pluff mud, the sunshine on my face, the friends and family that have always meant so much to me. When I was younger my mother gave me a book with a quote inside that I've always enjoyed. It said, "I'm Charleston born and Charleston bred, and when I die, I'll be Charleston dead." I've been proud to be a Charlestonian and those who know me find that quite evident. The thing is, I'm nervous about going home.
I know I haven't been here long enough to adjust to "city" life completely and I know that I've complained along the way, but there are things I'll miss about living in Dublin. I'll miss all the accessible green space. I'll miss the ease of running out the door to grab a coke from the Spar. I'll miss being able to walk everywhere (and I hope not to gain too much weight when I'm not walking as frequently at home!). I'll miss the genuine appreciation Dubliners have for sunshine. I hope not to take it for granted when I return home.
I think I've come to a rather obvious conclusion. No matter where you are, you always miss things about the place you're not. "The grass is always greener on the other side" will be so true when I return...both metaphorically and literally! I'm sad it's coming to an end but I've got one good month to do it up here in Dublin and I plan to make the most of it. I'm going to enjoy this city and the lovely friends I've made, and be all the more thankful for the opportunity I have had.
It only just hit me that I'm leaving Dublin in one month. It's crazy to think that I've been here as long as I have been, but it's also crazy to think my time is up. In the short period of time I've spent abroad, I've met some amazing people, visited some beautiful places, and learned an abundance of knowledge, mostly about myself.
Thinking about heading back to Charleston is really exciting for me. I'm ready for the smell of pluff mud, the sunshine on my face, the friends and family that have always meant so much to me. When I was younger my mother gave me a book with a quote inside that I've always enjoyed. It said, "I'm Charleston born and Charleston bred, and when I die, I'll be Charleston dead." I've been proud to be a Charlestonian and those who know me find that quite evident. The thing is, I'm nervous about going home.
I know I haven't been here long enough to adjust to "city" life completely and I know that I've complained along the way, but there are things I'll miss about living in Dublin. I'll miss all the accessible green space. I'll miss the ease of running out the door to grab a coke from the Spar. I'll miss being able to walk everywhere (and I hope not to gain too much weight when I'm not walking as frequently at home!). I'll miss the genuine appreciation Dubliners have for sunshine. I hope not to take it for granted when I return home.
I think I've come to a rather obvious conclusion. No matter where you are, you always miss things about the place you're not. "The grass is always greener on the other side" will be so true when I return...both metaphorically and literally! I'm sad it's coming to an end but I've got one good month to do it up here in Dublin and I plan to make the most of it. I'm going to enjoy this city and the lovely friends I've made, and be all the more thankful for the opportunity I have had.
Sunday, November 6, 2011
What Happened to the fall, y'all?
Fall is my favorite time of year, or so I thought until I moved to Ireland. It's a different ballgame here. There have been a few reminders of the fall season here in Dublin, but for the most part, I have to say that fall is my favorite time of year in the south (SC, TN, NC, etc), not Ireland.
I always look forward to what the fall brings in Charleston. I enjoy putting my pumpkins and mums out on the porch. I love the football games and tailgating, of course not as much for the sport as for the socializing, but still. I love the leaves changing colors and every year trying to decide when is the best weekend to get to the mountains to see the full effect. I love the fall brews of beers you can find in speciality shops and restaurants. I love that we tend to have great concerts in Charleston in the fall. We can usually count on Widespread Panic coming to town for a weekend. The fair stops in Ladson for a week. The Fall Festivals at churches and schools tend to take place on one Saturday or another. I love the start of oyster roasts (you must follow the "R" month rule for oysters), though I don't eat too many. I love the get togethers for Beaufort Boil (aka Frogmore stew). I love how finally, in the fall, you get a break from the oppressive heat in Charleston. It takes a good while to cool off, but when it finally does in the end of October beginning of November, it's worth the wait. It's so nice to pull out the jeans and sweaters that have been packed away for months. Of course it might be 80 degrees by Christmas, but it's what we are used to. Fall in the south is fantastic.
Fall in Dublin didn't seem to last but a week. The leaves started changing but for the most part, the colored leaves are in the street and the trees are still green. The parks all uprooted the plants that were growing and put down new flowers for the winter months. This is smart of course because you'll have beautiful blooms even through the winter (I'm assuming). There wasn't much decorating taking place for Halloween here until the weekend before it came. People put up their jack-o-lanterns but mostly windows were done up with those plastic peel and stick things. There were a few houses with spider webs or dangling ghosts, etc, but it's not like the decorations you see back home in the neighborhoods in Charleston. Granted, there aren't yards here so people make do I suppose. I was surprised to not see many trick-or-treaters out, but that could be because of where I live.
I think the thing that most surprises me is that BEFORE Halloween even came, Christmas decorations were going up. When Beth and I visited Dun Laoghaire on October 18, the Gresham hotel was already putting their outside decorations on the walls and the main street had up their light display. The main shopping street here, Grafton, has their lights up so it will create a winter wonderland walkway for shoppers. The shops at Kildare Village all had their holiday sales on and the windows all had reindeer cutouts stuck in them. Starbucks is already offering specials on their Christmas blends.
I know that in the states we have Thanksgiving which breaks up the time between Halloween and Christmas, but it's strange to jump from one to another. It's not super cold here yet, but looking at all the Christmas stuff out, you almost think there should be snow on the ground. I'm not sure why I have that in my mind, but it seems it would make more sense to me that way.
I certainly missed my summer in Charleston, even though I know it was ridiculously hot this year, but I've also missed my fall there. All of this of course goes with me missing home in general, because it's what I know. I am looking forward to actually seeing the displays lit here this Christmas and I hope I'll catch some carolers on Grafton Street. I have a feeling the city will be really pretty with all the festive decor.
It's been interesting to go through the last few months here in Dublin as all my previous European travel has taken place in the summer. This past April I came to check out things here in Dublin, but this is my first fall, or lack thereof, and my first winter ever in Europe. It will be nice to see how things are done here and if I'm lucky, I'll get to see some other parts of Europe this winter too.
I always look forward to what the fall brings in Charleston. I enjoy putting my pumpkins and mums out on the porch. I love the football games and tailgating, of course not as much for the sport as for the socializing, but still. I love the leaves changing colors and every year trying to decide when is the best weekend to get to the mountains to see the full effect. I love the fall brews of beers you can find in speciality shops and restaurants. I love that we tend to have great concerts in Charleston in the fall. We can usually count on Widespread Panic coming to town for a weekend. The fair stops in Ladson for a week. The Fall Festivals at churches and schools tend to take place on one Saturday or another. I love the start of oyster roasts (you must follow the "R" month rule for oysters), though I don't eat too many. I love the get togethers for Beaufort Boil (aka Frogmore stew). I love how finally, in the fall, you get a break from the oppressive heat in Charleston. It takes a good while to cool off, but when it finally does in the end of October beginning of November, it's worth the wait. It's so nice to pull out the jeans and sweaters that have been packed away for months. Of course it might be 80 degrees by Christmas, but it's what we are used to. Fall in the south is fantastic.
Fall in Dublin didn't seem to last but a week. The leaves started changing but for the most part, the colored leaves are in the street and the trees are still green. The parks all uprooted the plants that were growing and put down new flowers for the winter months. This is smart of course because you'll have beautiful blooms even through the winter (I'm assuming). There wasn't much decorating taking place for Halloween here until the weekend before it came. People put up their jack-o-lanterns but mostly windows were done up with those plastic peel and stick things. There were a few houses with spider webs or dangling ghosts, etc, but it's not like the decorations you see back home in the neighborhoods in Charleston. Granted, there aren't yards here so people make do I suppose. I was surprised to not see many trick-or-treaters out, but that could be because of where I live.
I think the thing that most surprises me is that BEFORE Halloween even came, Christmas decorations were going up. When Beth and I visited Dun Laoghaire on October 18, the Gresham hotel was already putting their outside decorations on the walls and the main street had up their light display. The main shopping street here, Grafton, has their lights up so it will create a winter wonderland walkway for shoppers. The shops at Kildare Village all had their holiday sales on and the windows all had reindeer cutouts stuck in them. Starbucks is already offering specials on their Christmas blends.
I know that in the states we have Thanksgiving which breaks up the time between Halloween and Christmas, but it's strange to jump from one to another. It's not super cold here yet, but looking at all the Christmas stuff out, you almost think there should be snow on the ground. I'm not sure why I have that in my mind, but it seems it would make more sense to me that way.
I certainly missed my summer in Charleston, even though I know it was ridiculously hot this year, but I've also missed my fall there. All of this of course goes with me missing home in general, because it's what I know. I am looking forward to actually seeing the displays lit here this Christmas and I hope I'll catch some carolers on Grafton Street. I have a feeling the city will be really pretty with all the festive decor.
It's been interesting to go through the last few months here in Dublin as all my previous European travel has taken place in the summer. This past April I came to check out things here in Dublin, but this is my first fall, or lack thereof, and my first winter ever in Europe. It will be nice to see how things are done here and if I'm lucky, I'll get to see some other parts of Europe this winter too.
Thursday, November 3, 2011
There's A First Time For Everything
This morning my alarm went off at 6:15 and although I was wide awake, I tried very hard to stay in bed the next 30 minutes while I waited for the water to heat. After turning the alarm off, I went to lie back down and hit my head rather hard against the wall...strike one. I tried to roll over and get comfortable again, but I couldn't seem to doze back off like I normally do, so I pulled myself out of bed.
I had packed everything last night as I always do, but I knew I needed to get showered and pack my toiletries, etc. as well as pull two things out from safe keeping here in my flat. The first thing I needed was my passport and the second thing was my wallet with British pounds. Now, this flat is small, extremely small, and being that I'm a bit OCD about things anyway, there isn't much room for error here when it comes to finding items in the place. I grabbed the purse from the same place it normally rests, and I went to get my passport from the cubby by my bed, but it wasn't there. Sometimes, after just using it, I place it in another cubby on the other side of the bed, so I checked, but had no luck. I remembered pulling it out a few weeks ago to teach a lesson to my tutoring student, so I looked with my lesson plans, but it wasn't there either. After I emptied every purse and cubby in the place and checked both my suitcases, I texted Allan letting him know I was freaking out. My flight was at 10:00 this am, but at almost 7, I hadn't showered and didn't really see the point as no passport meant no travel.
Allan called and I asked him to check his bookbag since he was here a few weeks ago and we had discussed taking my passport with us when we visited Northern Ireland. I didn't think we took it with us that day, but low and behold, Allan found my passport in his bag, in Cardiff! I was quite stressed at this point but Allan said to get to the airport with my id and the copy of my passport Mrs. Poole always said to keep when traveling. I took a quick shower but didn't do hair or makeup, just ran out the door and took a 25 euro cab to the airport.
I asked the guy at Aer Aran if I could use what I had to travel to immigration at Cardiff airport and get my passport, but surprise surprise, he said no. If I were an Irish citizen then I wouldn't need a passport, but as a US citizen I couldn't go anywhere without it.
Over at the Aer Lingus desk (that's who my flight was booked with originally) I had two options, cancel and get about 66 euro back or change my flight for an additional 100 euro. I stepped aside and called Allan back to get his opinion and so we decided to change my flight to next weekend. This means I'll fly to Cardiff on November 10 and return to Dublin on the 14 (the anniversary of Daddy's death). Then I'll be in Dublin for a week and the following Thursday, November 24th, fly back to Cardiff for Thanksgiving.
I feel pretty good about having a copy of my passport should anything happen with the mail since Allan's sending my actual passport to me via post, but it's still rather stressful. I guess it is also a great comfort that Beth works for passport services and if I need anything, she could more than likely take care of it for me. It's just disappointing that I'll be here in Dublin this weekend when I planned to visit Allan. There is a first time for everything and other than losing luggage, wallets, cameras, etc, I've not had this travel experience so I suppose I'll now just scratch this one of the list and hope it doesn't happen again!
I had packed everything last night as I always do, but I knew I needed to get showered and pack my toiletries, etc. as well as pull two things out from safe keeping here in my flat. The first thing I needed was my passport and the second thing was my wallet with British pounds. Now, this flat is small, extremely small, and being that I'm a bit OCD about things anyway, there isn't much room for error here when it comes to finding items in the place. I grabbed the purse from the same place it normally rests, and I went to get my passport from the cubby by my bed, but it wasn't there. Sometimes, after just using it, I place it in another cubby on the other side of the bed, so I checked, but had no luck. I remembered pulling it out a few weeks ago to teach a lesson to my tutoring student, so I looked with my lesson plans, but it wasn't there either. After I emptied every purse and cubby in the place and checked both my suitcases, I texted Allan letting him know I was freaking out. My flight was at 10:00 this am, but at almost 7, I hadn't showered and didn't really see the point as no passport meant no travel.
Allan called and I asked him to check his bookbag since he was here a few weeks ago and we had discussed taking my passport with us when we visited Northern Ireland. I didn't think we took it with us that day, but low and behold, Allan found my passport in his bag, in Cardiff! I was quite stressed at this point but Allan said to get to the airport with my id and the copy of my passport Mrs. Poole always said to keep when traveling. I took a quick shower but didn't do hair or makeup, just ran out the door and took a 25 euro cab to the airport.
I asked the guy at Aer Aran if I could use what I had to travel to immigration at Cardiff airport and get my passport, but surprise surprise, he said no. If I were an Irish citizen then I wouldn't need a passport, but as a US citizen I couldn't go anywhere without it.
Over at the Aer Lingus desk (that's who my flight was booked with originally) I had two options, cancel and get about 66 euro back or change my flight for an additional 100 euro. I stepped aside and called Allan back to get his opinion and so we decided to change my flight to next weekend. This means I'll fly to Cardiff on November 10 and return to Dublin on the 14 (the anniversary of Daddy's death). Then I'll be in Dublin for a week and the following Thursday, November 24th, fly back to Cardiff for Thanksgiving.
I feel pretty good about having a copy of my passport should anything happen with the mail since Allan's sending my actual passport to me via post, but it's still rather stressful. I guess it is also a great comfort that Beth works for passport services and if I need anything, she could more than likely take care of it for me. It's just disappointing that I'll be here in Dublin this weekend when I planned to visit Allan. There is a first time for everything and other than losing luggage, wallets, cameras, etc, I've not had this travel experience so I suppose I'll now just scratch this one of the list and hope it doesn't happen again!
Monday, October 31, 2011
The Little Things
For the past few days, probably more like the past week and a half, I've had some issues I've been sharing with my American friends here that have made living in Dublin less desirable. The more I speak with my American friends, the more I miss home. It didn't hit me until this weekend exactly what was happening, but it makes complete sense now. I should have known all along that I was going through the phases of culture shock.
Most of my American friends here showed up in Ireland about the same time, in June of 2011. We all settled in rather easily and have, for the most part, enjoyed our time traveling when we could and getting to know Dublin when we were here. We had our issues with establishing bank accounts, figuring out the water heating systems for our flats, adjusting to using the euro, etc, but nothing seemed to really phase us.
It wasn't until the last week or two that I've noticed a lot more complaining about things here in Dublin. I think it was exactly two weeks ago that a friend called and said she needed to vent...which I do often so I felt I should definitely be there for her. She was frustrated with a lot of things, but it seemed to me like the majority of her frustrations stemmed from being abroad and having to deal with issues or make decisions here..it wouldn't be as difficult a task if she were home.
This past weekend, I felt I HAD to get out of Dublin. Dublin was causing me to be in a funk and since we had a bank holiday on Monday, most of my friends were out of town anyway. I checked in with another American friend in Cork and made the decision to go down and stay with her and her husband. I got on the train Saturday morning and arrived just after lunch time. She picked me up from the train station and walked the short distance to her flat, which was huge by Irish standards. My flat would fit inside hers twice or more. I was shocked. By no means was the place extravagant, but just the interior space made me jealous! She and her husband also had a full size kitchen with a "full" size refrigerator (bigger than mine anyway). She had a pantry and a full size dish washer! She had two sofas and space for a rather large coffee table. She had a bedroom which was larger than my whole flat with full length mirrors (oh how I miss a mirror when I'm getting dressed). Her bathroom wasn't gigantic but served it's purpose AND you didn't have to heat the water! I was shocked, really, at just how large the place was and when I found out the rent, I was even more shocked. I think she told me they paid somewhere between 800 and 900 euro for the place, maybe just a bit more. I pay 575 euro for my shoebox so I was amazed and the cost difference between Dublin and Cork, although this has been another topic of discussion lately.
We headed out for a short walk through the town to get groceries and ended up back at her flat that afternoon to watch some American football. It's interesting to me because NEVER in my life have I really cared about football. I have done the tailgating and dressed the school colors, I've even gone in games and cheered on the teams, but I've never really paid much attention to what was going on. I knew when the ball had been fumbled, recovered or when we made a touchdown, but that was about the extent of my knowledge. I can't say I really care now but I will say that there is amazing comfort in watching American football with fellow Americans here in Ireland. It brings a huge smile on my face to be able to sit down in front of a game. I'll never really look at football the same way again. I think I've really learned about the comradery it creates.
Throughout the course of the day, my friend and her husband and I shared, with even more Americans we met out later, all the things we missed or the things we were aggravated by here. We did sound like a bunch of whining children at times, but it was nice to be able to share all that with people that understood. I think the biggest thing we discussed was the lack of efficiency. Nothing is done quickly here and when it is done, it's not completed with much effort. I think back to my microwave breaking when Mom was here in August. I think it took almost three weeks for my landlord to bring a new one.
Sunday morning came around and my friend made an amazing breakfast for us...pancakes on a griddle (I don't even have a whisk in my flat!), sausage and bacon, yogurt and fresh berries and coffee/tea (which of course is a staple within any Irish household). The best part was that she had syrup from America. She and her husband have been in Ireland longer than the rest of my friends and they brought a good deal with them when they moved over, but they've also had friends send things to them from home so they keep some goodies stored. When I left, I even got a handful of tootsie rolls and a snack size back of Cheez-its, an "American parting gift." I said that morning before heading back to Dublin that I missed home even more after staying with them. They are just a great couple and talented in so many ways; talking about all they did back in the states really made me miss being there.
As soon as I arrived back in Dublin I texted an American neighbor and friend and asked if he wanted to split a pizza so I picked one up on the way home and we sat in my tiny flat eating, and this time, he listened to me vent. He has said many times before "It's Ireland" when describing things that go wrong here. I felt bad for unloading my frustrations out on him, but I think we are all used to it, especially right now. That got me to thinking though. Why is it that all of a sudden we are all so miserable?
That's when it hit me, culture shock. Even though Ireland has been really rather easy to adjust to, we have all been in the first stage, the Honeymoon phase, the past few months. This phase, just as it sounds, is the easy part. It is when the excitement about being in a new place is enough to keep you motivated and let the little things not bother you so much. It's when the move to a new place seems romantic, but like all honeymoon phases, it ends. Wikipedia even says that it usually lasts about three months, give or take a little. Well, the end of June to the end of October is four months right? It's time for us to move on the the next phase.
This one is a bit more difficult. The next phase is the Negotiation phase. It's when all the differences between the old and new culture become apparant and it's in this phase that things really start to bother you. The excitement goes away and frustration and annoyance set in. Wikipedia even says that during this phase, people often suffer from insomnia. Is that why I keep waking up at 3 or 4 and never getting myself back to sleep? I was up from 3-9 this am and then after reading over half of a novel and completing it, fell back asleep, only to wake up at 2:30 pm! I'm lucky today was a bank holiday and I had the luxery of doing so. All those annoyances must have been on my mind and keeping me awake though, as they have been. Why do I have to wait 30 minutes before I have warm water to shower? Why does a jar of American peanut butter cost 6 euro and a pint of beer cost the same? Why do I have to live in a tiny little shoebox but pay a fortune for it? Why do they not have dryers here? Why don't the buses come on time? Why can't I find Bisquick? Why are eggs not refrigerated? Why is baking soda called soda bicarbonate? Why is cilantro called corriander? Why can't things be easy? Why is the quality of life so different? My neighbor's response of course would be, "It's Ireland." It's not that it's Ireland though, it's just that it's different. It's just not America.
Lucky for all of us, this too shall pass. Our frustrations will give way to the next phase, the Adjustment phase. It's in the adjustment phase, which takes place after 6-12 months of being in a new place, that one "grows accustomed to the new culture." You get used to the way things are done in the new culture and what to expect in many situations. It should be much less aggravating when things go differntly than they would back home. The new culture begins to make sense, even though you never thought it would.
Finally, the last phase of culture shock sets in, the Mastery Stage. Many people aren't in a new culture long enough to experience it, but this is when you finally feel comfortable in the new culture. You may still do things the way you would have back home, but you are more comfortable in the new culture. It is often referred to as the "Biculturalism phase" for this reason.
One thing I remember from when my good friend moved to DC for a few years was how she acted when she came back to Charleston, and I know that this will happen to all of us when we go home if we stay away long enough. After you've become comfortable in the new culture and you move back to wherever it was you came from to start with, you often deal with reverse culture shock. In the same way that you went through the four stages abroad, you'll have difficulties adjusting to the way of life back home. This is not something I look forward to as I know it can be quite difficult, but despite all the hardships I have faced or will face, I am happy that I'm going home for Christmas in exactly 49 days! I just hope I'll be able to muster up the strength to return to Europe after the new year , and when that time comes, that I'll have a new, more positive outlook!
Most of my American friends here showed up in Ireland about the same time, in June of 2011. We all settled in rather easily and have, for the most part, enjoyed our time traveling when we could and getting to know Dublin when we were here. We had our issues with establishing bank accounts, figuring out the water heating systems for our flats, adjusting to using the euro, etc, but nothing seemed to really phase us.
It wasn't until the last week or two that I've noticed a lot more complaining about things here in Dublin. I think it was exactly two weeks ago that a friend called and said she needed to vent...which I do often so I felt I should definitely be there for her. She was frustrated with a lot of things, but it seemed to me like the majority of her frustrations stemmed from being abroad and having to deal with issues or make decisions here..it wouldn't be as difficult a task if she were home.
This past weekend, I felt I HAD to get out of Dublin. Dublin was causing me to be in a funk and since we had a bank holiday on Monday, most of my friends were out of town anyway. I checked in with another American friend in Cork and made the decision to go down and stay with her and her husband. I got on the train Saturday morning and arrived just after lunch time. She picked me up from the train station and walked the short distance to her flat, which was huge by Irish standards. My flat would fit inside hers twice or more. I was shocked. By no means was the place extravagant, but just the interior space made me jealous! She and her husband also had a full size kitchen with a "full" size refrigerator (bigger than mine anyway). She had a pantry and a full size dish washer! She had two sofas and space for a rather large coffee table. She had a bedroom which was larger than my whole flat with full length mirrors (oh how I miss a mirror when I'm getting dressed). Her bathroom wasn't gigantic but served it's purpose AND you didn't have to heat the water! I was shocked, really, at just how large the place was and when I found out the rent, I was even more shocked. I think she told me they paid somewhere between 800 and 900 euro for the place, maybe just a bit more. I pay 575 euro for my shoebox so I was amazed and the cost difference between Dublin and Cork, although this has been another topic of discussion lately.
We headed out for a short walk through the town to get groceries and ended up back at her flat that afternoon to watch some American football. It's interesting to me because NEVER in my life have I really cared about football. I have done the tailgating and dressed the school colors, I've even gone in games and cheered on the teams, but I've never really paid much attention to what was going on. I knew when the ball had been fumbled, recovered or when we made a touchdown, but that was about the extent of my knowledge. I can't say I really care now but I will say that there is amazing comfort in watching American football with fellow Americans here in Ireland. It brings a huge smile on my face to be able to sit down in front of a game. I'll never really look at football the same way again. I think I've really learned about the comradery it creates.
Throughout the course of the day, my friend and her husband and I shared, with even more Americans we met out later, all the things we missed or the things we were aggravated by here. We did sound like a bunch of whining children at times, but it was nice to be able to share all that with people that understood. I think the biggest thing we discussed was the lack of efficiency. Nothing is done quickly here and when it is done, it's not completed with much effort. I think back to my microwave breaking when Mom was here in August. I think it took almost three weeks for my landlord to bring a new one.
Sunday morning came around and my friend made an amazing breakfast for us...pancakes on a griddle (I don't even have a whisk in my flat!), sausage and bacon, yogurt and fresh berries and coffee/tea (which of course is a staple within any Irish household). The best part was that she had syrup from America. She and her husband have been in Ireland longer than the rest of my friends and they brought a good deal with them when they moved over, but they've also had friends send things to them from home so they keep some goodies stored. When I left, I even got a handful of tootsie rolls and a snack size back of Cheez-its, an "American parting gift." I said that morning before heading back to Dublin that I missed home even more after staying with them. They are just a great couple and talented in so many ways; talking about all they did back in the states really made me miss being there.
As soon as I arrived back in Dublin I texted an American neighbor and friend and asked if he wanted to split a pizza so I picked one up on the way home and we sat in my tiny flat eating, and this time, he listened to me vent. He has said many times before "It's Ireland" when describing things that go wrong here. I felt bad for unloading my frustrations out on him, but I think we are all used to it, especially right now. That got me to thinking though. Why is it that all of a sudden we are all so miserable?
That's when it hit me, culture shock. Even though Ireland has been really rather easy to adjust to, we have all been in the first stage, the Honeymoon phase, the past few months. This phase, just as it sounds, is the easy part. It is when the excitement about being in a new place is enough to keep you motivated and let the little things not bother you so much. It's when the move to a new place seems romantic, but like all honeymoon phases, it ends. Wikipedia even says that it usually lasts about three months, give or take a little. Well, the end of June to the end of October is four months right? It's time for us to move on the the next phase.
This one is a bit more difficult. The next phase is the Negotiation phase. It's when all the differences between the old and new culture become apparant and it's in this phase that things really start to bother you. The excitement goes away and frustration and annoyance set in. Wikipedia even says that during this phase, people often suffer from insomnia. Is that why I keep waking up at 3 or 4 and never getting myself back to sleep? I was up from 3-9 this am and then after reading over half of a novel and completing it, fell back asleep, only to wake up at 2:30 pm! I'm lucky today was a bank holiday and I had the luxery of doing so. All those annoyances must have been on my mind and keeping me awake though, as they have been. Why do I have to wait 30 minutes before I have warm water to shower? Why does a jar of American peanut butter cost 6 euro and a pint of beer cost the same? Why do I have to live in a tiny little shoebox but pay a fortune for it? Why do they not have dryers here? Why don't the buses come on time? Why can't I find Bisquick? Why are eggs not refrigerated? Why is baking soda called soda bicarbonate? Why is cilantro called corriander? Why can't things be easy? Why is the quality of life so different? My neighbor's response of course would be, "It's Ireland." It's not that it's Ireland though, it's just that it's different. It's just not America.
Lucky for all of us, this too shall pass. Our frustrations will give way to the next phase, the Adjustment phase. It's in the adjustment phase, which takes place after 6-12 months of being in a new place, that one "grows accustomed to the new culture." You get used to the way things are done in the new culture and what to expect in many situations. It should be much less aggravating when things go differntly than they would back home. The new culture begins to make sense, even though you never thought it would.
Finally, the last phase of culture shock sets in, the Mastery Stage. Many people aren't in a new culture long enough to experience it, but this is when you finally feel comfortable in the new culture. You may still do things the way you would have back home, but you are more comfortable in the new culture. It is often referred to as the "Biculturalism phase" for this reason.
One thing I remember from when my good friend moved to DC for a few years was how she acted when she came back to Charleston, and I know that this will happen to all of us when we go home if we stay away long enough. After you've become comfortable in the new culture and you move back to wherever it was you came from to start with, you often deal with reverse culture shock. In the same way that you went through the four stages abroad, you'll have difficulties adjusting to the way of life back home. This is not something I look forward to as I know it can be quite difficult, but despite all the hardships I have faced or will face, I am happy that I'm going home for Christmas in exactly 49 days! I just hope I'll be able to muster up the strength to return to Europe after the new year , and when that time comes, that I'll have a new, more positive outlook!
Saturday, October 22, 2011
Checking In
I realized earlier that it's been a couple of weeks since I last posted and as this blog is really a way for me to remember my time abroad, I need to be more consistent in writing. Nothing too terribly exciting has taken place in the last few weeks, but thinking back, I have had a few good times and quite a few laughs.
Two weeks ago Allan was in town and he and I ventured up to Northern Ireland for my first time which means I've now been to all the British Isles. We took a bus tour up to see Carrick-A-Rede rope bridge and hike along the cliffs and we also went to Giant's Causeway to see the hexagon shaped stones there. We did make it into Belfast for about an hour, but in that short time I didn't see anything that impressed me. We went in a beautiful pub where I found signs posted everywhere saying "No team attire allowed." I thought that was interesting. Allan explained that it's too tense of an environment if everyone is wearing their jerseys, etc. Fights break out easily that way. Geez. I wouldn't recommend the bus tour again but our driver was hilarious so Allan and I enjoyed sitting up from cutting up with him the whole time.
This past weekend Beth arrived into town. She and Greg flew in from London on Sunday evening and we went up to the Woolshed so Greg could catch his Sunday night football and then on Monday I gave them the full tour of Dublin. We did the walk from Ranelagh up to Trinity College via St. Stephens Green, walked down Dame St to Dublin Castle and then on to Christ Church Cathedral and St. Patrick's Cathedral. Finally, the big event was visiting Guinness as it was a dream of Greg's and Beth, knowing beer really well, enjoyed the enormous brewery. We sat in the pour your own pint room a while because we each poured one then some very nice Japanese people gave us the four or five others they poured but didn't want to drink. After this we taxied it back to Ranelagh for dinner at Dillingers. We enjoyed discussing some of the lingo here in Dublin, for example, "You're very welcome." It's always said as you enter a place, as in you're welcome here, but it sounds funny. Sadly, Greg was sick all day Tuesday so Beth and I did the National Portrait Gallery and a quick trip to Dun Laoghaire and Dalkey on our own before having dinner at Seagrass...my new favorite place. We had to part ways on Wednesday morning as Beth and Greg flew back to London and I went to babysit my little Ari.
Wednesday night was a random but nice evening as my friend Jamie here texted to see what I was up to and we had a impromptu asparagus risotto at my studio so she could vent. It's nice to have girl friends you can do that with and both she and her husband have listened to me from time to time so I was happy to play hostess. I wish I had more room and a better kitchen so I could do it right, but the meal was fantastic so I suppose it all worked out.
Earlier in the week I received an email from Kit. She had met a guy in Germany who randomly is from Beaufort but living here in Dublin. I connected with him via email and took him out last night. We met at a place called Against the Grain on Wexford Street which was really good. I had a Blue Moon which cost me 5 euro and then he bought drinks after that but the next I had was a German banana flavored beer which was really nice. I can't recall the name of it, but the bar is known for their imports. Good stuff. After we left there I took him to the Bernard Shaw and we had pizza and jammed to the random music they played. I love that place though. We probably should have gone home but we made one more stop at Smyths in Ranelagh where we ordered a pint each but didn't drink it and chose water instead...good decision there. We parted ways and later I got a text saying that was the best night he'd had in Dublin (I guess I'm fun to hang out with!). I was pleased as I had a great time too and it was especially nice to be with a fellow Southerner. At one point of the evening he leaned in and asked if he could tell me a secret. I was waiting for something deeply personal when he said, "I don't eat seafood." I could have died because of the way he said it but it's something we have in common, being from the Lowcountry and not enjoying fish. I am getting better but there are still tons of things from the water I won't touch. Beth had prawns in her meal Tuesday night and the shrimp had eyes! I could never!
Today has been completely uneventful as I've spent my time on the "couch" watching my laptop...just another Saturday in Dublin. I'm heading out shortly to Jamie's as Tommy is in Liverpool and we are having girls' night. I've got to go get groceries because I'm supposed to be making creamy chicken enchiladas for us. That being said, I better get moving!
Two weeks ago Allan was in town and he and I ventured up to Northern Ireland for my first time which means I've now been to all the British Isles. We took a bus tour up to see Carrick-A-Rede rope bridge and hike along the cliffs and we also went to Giant's Causeway to see the hexagon shaped stones there. We did make it into Belfast for about an hour, but in that short time I didn't see anything that impressed me. We went in a beautiful pub where I found signs posted everywhere saying "No team attire allowed." I thought that was interesting. Allan explained that it's too tense of an environment if everyone is wearing their jerseys, etc. Fights break out easily that way. Geez. I wouldn't recommend the bus tour again but our driver was hilarious so Allan and I enjoyed sitting up from cutting up with him the whole time.
This past weekend Beth arrived into town. She and Greg flew in from London on Sunday evening and we went up to the Woolshed so Greg could catch his Sunday night football and then on Monday I gave them the full tour of Dublin. We did the walk from Ranelagh up to Trinity College via St. Stephens Green, walked down Dame St to Dublin Castle and then on to Christ Church Cathedral and St. Patrick's Cathedral. Finally, the big event was visiting Guinness as it was a dream of Greg's and Beth, knowing beer really well, enjoyed the enormous brewery. We sat in the pour your own pint room a while because we each poured one then some very nice Japanese people gave us the four or five others they poured but didn't want to drink. After this we taxied it back to Ranelagh for dinner at Dillingers. We enjoyed discussing some of the lingo here in Dublin, for example, "You're very welcome." It's always said as you enter a place, as in you're welcome here, but it sounds funny. Sadly, Greg was sick all day Tuesday so Beth and I did the National Portrait Gallery and a quick trip to Dun Laoghaire and Dalkey on our own before having dinner at Seagrass...my new favorite place. We had to part ways on Wednesday morning as Beth and Greg flew back to London and I went to babysit my little Ari.
Wednesday night was a random but nice evening as my friend Jamie here texted to see what I was up to and we had a impromptu asparagus risotto at my studio so she could vent. It's nice to have girl friends you can do that with and both she and her husband have listened to me from time to time so I was happy to play hostess. I wish I had more room and a better kitchen so I could do it right, but the meal was fantastic so I suppose it all worked out.
Earlier in the week I received an email from Kit. She had met a guy in Germany who randomly is from Beaufort but living here in Dublin. I connected with him via email and took him out last night. We met at a place called Against the Grain on Wexford Street which was really good. I had a Blue Moon which cost me 5 euro and then he bought drinks after that but the next I had was a German banana flavored beer which was really nice. I can't recall the name of it, but the bar is known for their imports. Good stuff. After we left there I took him to the Bernard Shaw and we had pizza and jammed to the random music they played. I love that place though. We probably should have gone home but we made one more stop at Smyths in Ranelagh where we ordered a pint each but didn't drink it and chose water instead...good decision there. We parted ways and later I got a text saying that was the best night he'd had in Dublin (I guess I'm fun to hang out with!). I was pleased as I had a great time too and it was especially nice to be with a fellow Southerner. At one point of the evening he leaned in and asked if he could tell me a secret. I was waiting for something deeply personal when he said, "I don't eat seafood." I could have died because of the way he said it but it's something we have in common, being from the Lowcountry and not enjoying fish. I am getting better but there are still tons of things from the water I won't touch. Beth had prawns in her meal Tuesday night and the shrimp had eyes! I could never!
Today has been completely uneventful as I've spent my time on the "couch" watching my laptop...just another Saturday in Dublin. I'm heading out shortly to Jamie's as Tommy is in Liverpool and we are having girls' night. I've got to go get groceries because I'm supposed to be making creamy chicken enchiladas for us. That being said, I better get moving!
Friday, October 7, 2011
Baking the Time Away
I like to cook, and it probably comes as no surprise to you that I also like to eat. Food is a part of who I am (literally and figuratively of course). I am no chef and I wouldn't win any competitions, but I enjoy my time in the kitchen and I especially enjoy sharing my meals with others. I think that is what attracted me to Josh, my younger next door neighbor, when I arrived in Dublin. I knew I could cook for him and in return, I'd have company. It works both ways you know!
I have become a lot more confident in the kitchen since moving to Dublin. I find this to be especially interesting because I have the smallest kitchen in the world and lack what I would have previously deemed necessary items for cooking (ie, no measuring cup, no good knives, no baking sheet, no mixer, etc.). I've learned to make do however, and have produced some pretty decent meals. I have learned that measuring cups are not needed; the old eye-ball trick is sufficient. I've learned that you don't need a toaster for toast...a roasting pan with tin foil works just fine. I will say I made a pretty good Croque Monsieur this way! I suppose when you have time on your hands like I have, baking is a good way to fill the gap in activities. I remember my friend Sarah saying she did a lot of cooking/baking while she was living in Qatar. I've certainly made friends here and have the odd "jobs" babysitting and tutoring, but my Saturdays are beginning to be my baking days, and I look forward to that.
Last weekend I decided to try another first and I made homemade banana bread. I was shocked at how simple it was too! I made one big loaf for myself and enjoyed it so much that I went and bought mini pans and made a few loaves for my neighbors and the family I'm babysitting. I put a loaf in the freezer for when guests arrive and I am very likely to make a few more to give away. It makes me feel good to fill other people's tummies (maybe because mine is always full and I feel guilty about it. :) My buddy Jack and I always tease about how much we eat but no matter what, we try to finish our meals because of the starving babies around the world. We can't be selfish and throw food away! On a more selfless note, perhaps I'll bake some bread and take to this homeless man I see sleeping on the corner every day. I've been praying for him and I've considered approaching him, but haven't built up the confidence. I could buy him a cup of coffee and take him a loaf of bread...that'd be easy to do.
Back to the kitchen talk…Allan is in town this weekend and we had an amazing meal last night at TriBeCa in Ranelagh (BBQ ribs to start and burgers for each of our entrees) and tonight we are eating at this new place I found in Portobello called Seagrass (I’m looking forward to one of the following: roasted sausages with root vegetable puree, roasted tomato and potato; penne, gorgonzola, spinach and mushroom; or roasted chicken, chili, caramelized onion, sun dried tomato and spinach fricassee with shell pasta). Tomorrow night I want to make parmesan crusted chicken and pasta. Oh so exciting for such a simple dish. I think that is the thing about me. I enjoy good food but I’m not a snob about it. I can do a burger and be happy. I can cook some fancy stuff (like T’Lene’s champagne chicken) but I can eat Ramen Noodles and be happy too. As a matter of fact, I just had some very tasty Curry Noodles and I’m quite satisfied with that!
I have become a lot more confident in the kitchen since moving to Dublin. I find this to be especially interesting because I have the smallest kitchen in the world and lack what I would have previously deemed necessary items for cooking (ie, no measuring cup, no good knives, no baking sheet, no mixer, etc.). I've learned to make do however, and have produced some pretty decent meals. I have learned that measuring cups are not needed; the old eye-ball trick is sufficient. I've learned that you don't need a toaster for toast...a roasting pan with tin foil works just fine. I will say I made a pretty good Croque Monsieur this way! I suppose when you have time on your hands like I have, baking is a good way to fill the gap in activities. I remember my friend Sarah saying she did a lot of cooking/baking while she was living in Qatar. I've certainly made friends here and have the odd "jobs" babysitting and tutoring, but my Saturdays are beginning to be my baking days, and I look forward to that.
Last weekend I decided to try another first and I made homemade banana bread. I was shocked at how simple it was too! I made one big loaf for myself and enjoyed it so much that I went and bought mini pans and made a few loaves for my neighbors and the family I'm babysitting. I put a loaf in the freezer for when guests arrive and I am very likely to make a few more to give away. It makes me feel good to fill other people's tummies (maybe because mine is always full and I feel guilty about it. :) My buddy Jack and I always tease about how much we eat but no matter what, we try to finish our meals because of the starving babies around the world. We can't be selfish and throw food away! On a more selfless note, perhaps I'll bake some bread and take to this homeless man I see sleeping on the corner every day. I've been praying for him and I've considered approaching him, but haven't built up the confidence. I could buy him a cup of coffee and take him a loaf of bread...that'd be easy to do.
Back to the kitchen talk…Allan is in town this weekend and we had an amazing meal last night at TriBeCa in Ranelagh (BBQ ribs to start and burgers for each of our entrees) and tonight we are eating at this new place I found in Portobello called Seagrass (I’m looking forward to one of the following: roasted sausages with root vegetable puree, roasted tomato and potato; penne, gorgonzola, spinach and mushroom; or roasted chicken, chili, caramelized onion, sun dried tomato and spinach fricassee with shell pasta). Tomorrow night I want to make parmesan crusted chicken and pasta. Oh so exciting for such a simple dish. I think that is the thing about me. I enjoy good food but I’m not a snob about it. I can do a burger and be happy. I can cook some fancy stuff (like T’Lene’s champagne chicken) but I can eat Ramen Noodles and be happy too. As a matter of fact, I just had some very tasty Curry Noodles and I’m quite satisfied with that!
Food is good and preparing it can be a ton of fun, so I’m pleased to be stepping out of my comfort zone and trying new things, both as a cook and a consumer. Just think of me eating fish for the first time this past year; I’m making all kinds of changes!
Wednesday, September 28, 2011
Got Gullah?
That old creole language of Gullah just jumped back across the pond, so to speak. Last week, I was chatting with a kindergarten teacher here in Dublin about a story she was teaching in class, The Little Red Hen. She was telling me that she wanted to have the students hear different versions of the story, so she did an internet search and came up with an audio/visual story to share. She did a rather funny impression and tried to tell me what "language" she had played. She went on with "Guh, Guh," and I guessed correctly..."Gullah."
Are you kidding me? Of course in Charleston I've used Gullah to teach before; it's part of our history. I think it's rather special to be able to share stories in Gullah, as well as traditions like sweet grass basket weaving with the students. It amazed me, and made me pretty proud, to be able to share with someone over here (who actually found it on her own) about Gullah.
In her search, my teacher friend found a website which explores Gullah culture in South Carolina. The Gullah.net website (http://www.knowitall.org/gullahnet/) offers music, stories, history, etc and is a great resource for teachers. I'm now pleased to say it's not a regional thing, that teachers all over the world can use Gullah to enrich their lessons. The Gullah version of The Little Red Hen was a big hit in Ireland last week; maybe others will soon give it a try!
Are you kidding me? Of course in Charleston I've used Gullah to teach before; it's part of our history. I think it's rather special to be able to share stories in Gullah, as well as traditions like sweet grass basket weaving with the students. It amazed me, and made me pretty proud, to be able to share with someone over here (who actually found it on her own) about Gullah.
In her search, my teacher friend found a website which explores Gullah culture in South Carolina. The Gullah.net website (http://www.knowitall.org/gullahnet/) offers music, stories, history, etc and is a great resource for teachers. I'm now pleased to say it's not a regional thing, that teachers all over the world can use Gullah to enrich their lessons. The Gullah version of The Little Red Hen was a big hit in Ireland last week; maybe others will soon give it a try!
Tuesday, September 20, 2011
It Comes In Threes
I've always heard that bad things come in threes and I'm not usually one who believes in superstitions, but I have seen this proverb to come true on more than one occasion. Luckily I'm not writing about bad things, but rather all the good that has been happening to me here in Dublin in the last week. It seems that I've got the good things coming in threes too.
I've had my share of traveling and playing since I arrived here and I've even put in time volunteering so as to get my foot in the door at DCU, a college here in Dublin. I have enjoyed my time but I have found it hard when I'm in between my adventures and volunteer hours because I'm not one who sits idle very long. Back home in the states, I was quite known for going to work, teaching the full day and then tutoring or babysitting in the evenings after work and on my weekends, not to mention keeping someone's dogs for a few days at a time. I like to be busy, and in a place where you don't know that many people, it can be difficult to do.
Fortunately, I have recently found myself a few things to occupy my time. I began nannying today for an adorable little two year old boy. I'll keep him three to four days a week in the morning while his mother goes to teach primary school and his father works in his studio. The child is amazing and at his young age has an abundance of musical knowledge, which I find super cool.
After nannying, I'll be heading to DCU at least twice a week to run a conversation class for the adults there. The class is very informal and I can choose how I want to run it. I'm taking my neighbor with me to have an extra set of hands because he has an ESL background and like me, he's not been working here.
After all this, twice a week I'll be tutoring a Portuguese student for an hour. Today was my first day with him and he's only been speaking English 7 months but he's getting a good grip on it. He's very shy reading aloud but I told him to have a glass of wine before he comes over so he won't be so intimidated. I'll buy a cheap bottle for Thursday to help him. I've written many papers of the factors of second language acquisition and one thing I can say for sure is confidence counts. If you want to learn, you have to practice, so I hope I can help him.
It makes me feel really good because I've gotten myself into all of the things I love and I am finally finding my place here. I am sure there will be times I'll be down on my luck or feeling homesick, but I am happy to have these "jobs" lined up and more happy to finally have a little income!
I've had my share of traveling and playing since I arrived here and I've even put in time volunteering so as to get my foot in the door at DCU, a college here in Dublin. I have enjoyed my time but I have found it hard when I'm in between my adventures and volunteer hours because I'm not one who sits idle very long. Back home in the states, I was quite known for going to work, teaching the full day and then tutoring or babysitting in the evenings after work and on my weekends, not to mention keeping someone's dogs for a few days at a time. I like to be busy, and in a place where you don't know that many people, it can be difficult to do.
Fortunately, I have recently found myself a few things to occupy my time. I began nannying today for an adorable little two year old boy. I'll keep him three to four days a week in the morning while his mother goes to teach primary school and his father works in his studio. The child is amazing and at his young age has an abundance of musical knowledge, which I find super cool.
After nannying, I'll be heading to DCU at least twice a week to run a conversation class for the adults there. The class is very informal and I can choose how I want to run it. I'm taking my neighbor with me to have an extra set of hands because he has an ESL background and like me, he's not been working here.
After all this, twice a week I'll be tutoring a Portuguese student for an hour. Today was my first day with him and he's only been speaking English 7 months but he's getting a good grip on it. He's very shy reading aloud but I told him to have a glass of wine before he comes over so he won't be so intimidated. I'll buy a cheap bottle for Thursday to help him. I've written many papers of the factors of second language acquisition and one thing I can say for sure is confidence counts. If you want to learn, you have to practice, so I hope I can help him.
It makes me feel really good because I've gotten myself into all of the things I love and I am finally finding my place here. I am sure there will be times I'll be down on my luck or feeling homesick, but I am happy to have these "jobs" lined up and more happy to finally have a little income!
Thursday, September 15, 2011
Americana
This morning I attended the American Women's Club of Dublin's first general meeting of the year which was held at the Bewley's Hotel in Ballsbridge. I went with my friend Jamie and her mother in law, and we ran into another friend Chelsea there. The meeting was made up of probably 70 or so women of all ages and all walks of life. We were under the impression that the meeting began at 9:30, however it did not actually begin until about 10:20. The first portion of the day was meant to be a "meet and greet" but the old members were quite caught up with "catching up" with one another, there were few people who actually reached out to welcome us. The former president was one of them, and she was polite so I'm thankful for that. I will say that not one of the current board members approached me to speak. The new president, a 27 year old mother of two, was quite busy breastfeeding at the speaker's table and then chasing her toddlers around. This threw me off a bit.
Before starting the meeting, I wandered around the conference room looking at the few different tables, but of course I gravitated to the American food table organized by Jane Donnelly. Her items ranged from marshmallow fluff to Old El Paso Green Chili Sauce. I was very close to buying her one container of Old Bay Seasoning, but I've already requested my friend Beth bring it when she visits. I did need change for the bus though, so I bought a small package of Peanut Butter M&M's. I got Jane's email and website so I can browse when I'm really in need of a taste from home.
The meeting finally began with a guest speaker, a Mr. Godfrey Graham. Mr. Graham is a 75 year old former photographer from Dublin. He spoke of his love for photography and how he got his start, as well as some of the interesting things he's done throughout his life. I enjoyed this very much, but it was a bit disorganized and it was hard to follow him at times.
The actual meeting was the strangest part of the whole morning. The president ran back and forth across the room after her youngest and spoke in such an informal manner. There was never a call to order announcement or minutes review or any of the things you would expect to take place at a meeting. The former president asked to speak and was turned down (at that moment) and you could have cut the tension with a knife. There is some hugely unspoken hostility between the old and new presidents. It was uncomfortable for me. If this organization is so big and so established (they've been meeting since 1972) and charging 60 euro for membership fees, then it needs to do one of two things. Either a) hold an official meeting where things are done correctly, i.e. give your members an itinerary and have someone take minutes, offer a nursery for children of members to be kept out of earshot, etc or b) don't set the meeting up with board table and look the part but not play it. I have to say that I felt more out of place in this room of American women than I've felt the entire time I've been abroad. Yes, I think they have a good organization and yes, I'm pleased to see they offer so many different activities, but I think overall, it was poorly organized and I personally don't care to be part of it.
Before starting the meeting, I wandered around the conference room looking at the few different tables, but of course I gravitated to the American food table organized by Jane Donnelly. Her items ranged from marshmallow fluff to Old El Paso Green Chili Sauce. I was very close to buying her one container of Old Bay Seasoning, but I've already requested my friend Beth bring it when she visits. I did need change for the bus though, so I bought a small package of Peanut Butter M&M's. I got Jane's email and website so I can browse when I'm really in need of a taste from home.
The meeting finally began with a guest speaker, a Mr. Godfrey Graham. Mr. Graham is a 75 year old former photographer from Dublin. He spoke of his love for photography and how he got his start, as well as some of the interesting things he's done throughout his life. I enjoyed this very much, but it was a bit disorganized and it was hard to follow him at times.
The actual meeting was the strangest part of the whole morning. The president ran back and forth across the room after her youngest and spoke in such an informal manner. There was never a call to order announcement or minutes review or any of the things you would expect to take place at a meeting. The former president asked to speak and was turned down (at that moment) and you could have cut the tension with a knife. There is some hugely unspoken hostility between the old and new presidents. It was uncomfortable for me. If this organization is so big and so established (they've been meeting since 1972) and charging 60 euro for membership fees, then it needs to do one of two things. Either a) hold an official meeting where things are done correctly, i.e. give your members an itinerary and have someone take minutes, offer a nursery for children of members to be kept out of earshot, etc or b) don't set the meeting up with board table and look the part but not play it. I have to say that I felt more out of place in this room of American women than I've felt the entire time I've been abroad. Yes, I think they have a good organization and yes, I'm pleased to see they offer so many different activities, but I think overall, it was poorly organized and I personally don't care to be part of it.
Tuesday, September 6, 2011
Just Keeps Getting Better
Although it was really low key, my week in Cardiff was a lot of fun. I had only ever visited the city once and that was just for the day with 29 Russian students, so this past week has allowed me to really explore. As I mentioned in my last post, I was able to get out in Allan's little neighborhood to run, shop, and get my hair done. I took a few other days to go into the city centre and to get out to Cardiff Bay. It was great to see more of Cardiff and it leaves me wanting to plan another visit because I think the city has a lot to offer.
My first few days were spent right around Allan's neighborhood, but Friday I got up and headed by foot (about 20 minutes I think) to the centre. I walked through some shops and into the visitors centre where I watched a short film on the history of Cardiff. I headed through Bute Park which is next to Cardiff Castle and took a boat taxi (another 20 minutes) up to Cardiff Bay. The taxi, which cost only 3 pounds, was worth it if you enjoy being on the water like I do, but a bus is another easy, and cheap way, to get around town.
When I got to the bay I was really surprised at how modern the area was. There were a ton of new builds and in the visitor's center here, where I watched another bit of history, I found out that the whole area had recently been rebuilt to offer easy access to the water, a freshwater lake other waterfront activities. There were many workers in the area setting up for a Red Bull two day event (racing I think). The shops here were neat, lots of artists around too.
I ended up taking the bus back to the city centre and walking (after getting my first ever coffee-ish drink at Starbucks) back to Allan's. I don't drink coffee but I was exhausted, and since I had a caramel drink it masked the flavor pretty well.
Allan and I rested and then headed out to meet his "boys". He wanted to introduce me to his friends so we first went to the Pen and Wig. This is a cool little place and has a great beer garden. After this we walked to another great place, The Buffalo Bar. It is nothing like what is sounds. The decor was nice and their outdoor beer garden was quite comfortable too. There were no site of wings anywhere! Finally we walked to another of Allan's favorites, but I like this place least of all. It was just a bit plain for me, but of course Allan says they were looking for a minimalist decor. It seemed to have the crowd of a Cypress or maybe even Raval, but it didn't have the ambiance, which is what I like.
Saturday morning we planned on hiking but the weather was bad so we painted in Allan's house and then we took a drive out to an area I'm not familiar with but we had lunch in a place called the Angel. The food was really good. We walked around this town a bit and then headed back that afternoon to just hang out and watch movies.
Sunday we got up really early to try and catch the sunrise over Cardiff Bay but unfortunately it was cloudy out so we didn't see much. We drove all over Penarth looking at the neighborhoods because Allan is considering moving out of his place into something new, and perhaps I'll move to Cardiff in a few months so I get a say! After our drive we each had massages at the gym near Allan's place and boy I needed it. I needed it so much in fact, I booked one for Monday morning too. Once I was well rested we went over to Llantwit Major and hiked along the coastal path. This is an easy hike and it's just beautiful, but Allan had to make it more exciting of course, so on our way down we took an unconventional path. Rather than follow the route marked for us, Allan had me treading through fields and jumping over fences, walking through sheep pastures and climbing walls. Interesting for sure. It was a little intimidating because I'm not one to break the rules and I was scared we were going to get in trouble for trespassing, but it was fun.
We had lunch at an amazing restaurant in Cowbridge that afternoon. I had a goat cheese roast (essentially a stuffing with the cheese, spinach, pine nuts, and other special ingredients) and then on the plate was also yams, broccoli, roasted potatoes and cauliflower. Oh my goodness, heaven. The Quarter Penny Cafe has my vote for good eats.
Sunday evening we took it easy and Monday morning I had another massage to work out the many knots I still had in my shoulders. I caught my flight back to Dublin late in the afternoon and now I'm trying to catch up on emails, phone calls, laundry, etc before my sister arrives this week. Looking forward to bday celebrations with the ones I love here in Dublin. Upset my birthday won't be with my friends and family back home, but I know they'll be with me in spirit! 29 scares me for some reason, but the way things have been going here, I know that life will just keep getting better, so there is nothing to be worried about at the ripe old age of 29!
My first few days were spent right around Allan's neighborhood, but Friday I got up and headed by foot (about 20 minutes I think) to the centre. I walked through some shops and into the visitors centre where I watched a short film on the history of Cardiff. I headed through Bute Park which is next to Cardiff Castle and took a boat taxi (another 20 minutes) up to Cardiff Bay. The taxi, which cost only 3 pounds, was worth it if you enjoy being on the water like I do, but a bus is another easy, and cheap way, to get around town.
When I got to the bay I was really surprised at how modern the area was. There were a ton of new builds and in the visitor's center here, where I watched another bit of history, I found out that the whole area had recently been rebuilt to offer easy access to the water, a freshwater lake other waterfront activities. There were many workers in the area setting up for a Red Bull two day event (racing I think). The shops here were neat, lots of artists around too.
I ended up taking the bus back to the city centre and walking (after getting my first ever coffee-ish drink at Starbucks) back to Allan's. I don't drink coffee but I was exhausted, and since I had a caramel drink it masked the flavor pretty well.
Allan and I rested and then headed out to meet his "boys". He wanted to introduce me to his friends so we first went to the Pen and Wig. This is a cool little place and has a great beer garden. After this we walked to another great place, The Buffalo Bar. It is nothing like what is sounds. The decor was nice and their outdoor beer garden was quite comfortable too. There were no site of wings anywhere! Finally we walked to another of Allan's favorites, but I like this place least of all. It was just a bit plain for me, but of course Allan says they were looking for a minimalist decor. It seemed to have the crowd of a Cypress or maybe even Raval, but it didn't have the ambiance, which is what I like.
Saturday morning we planned on hiking but the weather was bad so we painted in Allan's house and then we took a drive out to an area I'm not familiar with but we had lunch in a place called the Angel. The food was really good. We walked around this town a bit and then headed back that afternoon to just hang out and watch movies.
Sunday we got up really early to try and catch the sunrise over Cardiff Bay but unfortunately it was cloudy out so we didn't see much. We drove all over Penarth looking at the neighborhoods because Allan is considering moving out of his place into something new, and perhaps I'll move to Cardiff in a few months so I get a say! After our drive we each had massages at the gym near Allan's place and boy I needed it. I needed it so much in fact, I booked one for Monday morning too. Once I was well rested we went over to Llantwit Major and hiked along the coastal path. This is an easy hike and it's just beautiful, but Allan had to make it more exciting of course, so on our way down we took an unconventional path. Rather than follow the route marked for us, Allan had me treading through fields and jumping over fences, walking through sheep pastures and climbing walls. Interesting for sure. It was a little intimidating because I'm not one to break the rules and I was scared we were going to get in trouble for trespassing, but it was fun.
We had lunch at an amazing restaurant in Cowbridge that afternoon. I had a goat cheese roast (essentially a stuffing with the cheese, spinach, pine nuts, and other special ingredients) and then on the plate was also yams, broccoli, roasted potatoes and cauliflower. Oh my goodness, heaven. The Quarter Penny Cafe has my vote for good eats.
Sunday evening we took it easy and Monday morning I had another massage to work out the many knots I still had in my shoulders. I caught my flight back to Dublin late in the afternoon and now I'm trying to catch up on emails, phone calls, laundry, etc before my sister arrives this week. Looking forward to bday celebrations with the ones I love here in Dublin. Upset my birthday won't be with my friends and family back home, but I know they'll be with me in spirit! 29 scares me for some reason, but the way things have been going here, I know that life will just keep getting better, so there is nothing to be worried about at the ripe old age of 29!
Wednesday, August 31, 2011
"Too Much"
It seems like is has been forever since I last posted. I guess it's because I've been having too much fun and haven't really been around the computer much. I've finally got some time today, so I'll go ahead and fill you in on the last few days.
Last week I was hanging out in Dublin trying to figure out what I'd do about the visa situation, which has been an issue for almost a year now if you consider that I began looking to move abroad last October. It's too much to ponder...working holiday visa, student visa, work permit. After finally speaking to the lawyer and emailing back and forth with the consulates in NY and Washington, I'm back to where I started. I will be sending off my application for the working holiday visa here in a day or two. The paperwork isn't too terribly bad, but they require a good bit of information from me. I just hope if I can get it sent off that I won't have to wait too long before I know something. I have to mail the papers from Wales (or anywhere outside the state of Ireland). Once I get the visa (if I get the visa) then I have to leave Ireland and re-enter with that paperwork. I did have a dream last night that I had permission to work and live in Dublin, so let's hope that dream comes true.
In the meantime, I'm enjoying traveling and visiting with friends since I'm not tied down to a job. I've met a lot of Americans in Dublin and have had dinners, etc with them and then of course I've got Allan in Cardiff. We planned for me to visit his hometown of Greenock, Scotland for his cousin's christening last weekend so on Thursday I took a flight to Cardiff. I arrived and Allan surprised me with a night at a hotel he's working with. The St. Brides Spa Hotel in Saundersfoot was amazing. We were only there the one night, but the resort is beautiful. I was disappointed I didn't have time for some pampering, but we did check out the sauna and Allan took a dip in their infinity pool. It is certainly a place I'd go back...beautiful views.
On Friday Allan and I drove up through England to Greenock which took longer than we expected because of traffic, but the journey wasn't too bad. We arrived and went to Allan's aunt's house where I met his aunt, uncle, cousins and a few other friends. We were able to spend the weekend in a family member's apartment which was unoccupied so we had a little down time. This was needed for sure because the Scottish know how to party, and apparently christening is code for get snockered.
After the "meet and greet", Allan and I went to the apartment and then got ready for a night out in Gourock, which is just a town over. We visited a few little pubs but headed back to get to bed and prepare for the day ahead.
At 11:00, we went to the church and attended what I would have imagined to be a beautiful ceremony. I'm Southern Baptist, so I don't attend christenings often; actually, that was my first. It would have been lovely, but when the priest addressed the crowd telling us to be respectful and remember why we were in the church, I should have know what was in store. The people in the pews all around me talked the whole time, some even cursing in church! I couldn't hear any of the ceremony. I never once heard the priest ask us to pray. It was interesting for sure, but it was over quickly.
We left the church and went next door to the pub where the party was to be held. Allan and I began drinking water because we knew it was going to be a long day. Others got started quickly with Vodka and coke, which is very common and other beverages. By 2:00 people were getting busy on the dance floor. I enjoyed the experience because I'm a big people watcher and let me tell you, I got to watch some people having a good old time. They were having too much fun.
To wrap up the rest of the day, Allan and I took a break to nap and then went back out for round two and the others, when we returned, were still going strong. Actually, they went straight through Sunday afternoon. Yup, never even went to bed! I just can't hang like that!
Sunday Allan and I took a drive and he showed me the Royal Scotsman Train, which is beautiful. He used to work on it and we ran into his friend at the station so we were able to take a mini tour. I would love to take a trip with them. Something I think my mom would really enjoy too.
Monday I got to see another really special spot as Allan showed me where his mother's ashes were spread. It was a beautiful spot and I felt very honored to see it. After the drive to another nearby town and a visit to the farmer's market there, Allan and I had lunch at a pub called Charlie Smith's and then we hit the road to head back for Wales. I was supposed to have a flight for Dublin on Wednesday, but I got talked into staying in Cardiff through Monday of next week. That's where I am now.
Yesterday I went for a run in Roath Park and got groceries to cook us dinner. I made goat cheese stuffed chicken breasts, garlic mashed potatoes, and steamed broccoli. Allan said it was the first home cooked meal he'd had in ages...that's sad to me. He's got a good kitchen, he should enjoy it!
Today I got up to get back in that kitchen, but for another reason. Allan was gone for the day so I emptied every cabinet and drawer, wiped them all out (scrubbed in some cases) and restocked things so they would be organized. In my opinion, the kitchen now makes sense, but we'll see what Allan thinks! I also ran out to several of the great second hand stores here and got some clothes for the weekend, which is supposed to be really warm. I only brought clothes for Scotland so I had to grab some tops in order not to burn up. I'm heading back out for a run in a bit because that Roath Park is too beautiful. I'll enjoy my afternoon there.
Tomorrow I'm taking care of the roots I've grown since I've not had my hair done in a while. Heading to a salon called Guy Christian. I think Allan's renting a car for us to visit some sites in Wales this weekend, and I think I'm getting a driving lesson too. Loving the experiences I'm having and I'll say, I am all too grateful for them.
Last week I was hanging out in Dublin trying to figure out what I'd do about the visa situation, which has been an issue for almost a year now if you consider that I began looking to move abroad last October. It's too much to ponder...working holiday visa, student visa, work permit. After finally speaking to the lawyer and emailing back and forth with the consulates in NY and Washington, I'm back to where I started. I will be sending off my application for the working holiday visa here in a day or two. The paperwork isn't too terribly bad, but they require a good bit of information from me. I just hope if I can get it sent off that I won't have to wait too long before I know something. I have to mail the papers from Wales (or anywhere outside the state of Ireland). Once I get the visa (if I get the visa) then I have to leave Ireland and re-enter with that paperwork. I did have a dream last night that I had permission to work and live in Dublin, so let's hope that dream comes true.
In the meantime, I'm enjoying traveling and visiting with friends since I'm not tied down to a job. I've met a lot of Americans in Dublin and have had dinners, etc with them and then of course I've got Allan in Cardiff. We planned for me to visit his hometown of Greenock, Scotland for his cousin's christening last weekend so on Thursday I took a flight to Cardiff. I arrived and Allan surprised me with a night at a hotel he's working with. The St. Brides Spa Hotel in Saundersfoot was amazing. We were only there the one night, but the resort is beautiful. I was disappointed I didn't have time for some pampering, but we did check out the sauna and Allan took a dip in their infinity pool. It is certainly a place I'd go back...beautiful views.
On Friday Allan and I drove up through England to Greenock which took longer than we expected because of traffic, but the journey wasn't too bad. We arrived and went to Allan's aunt's house where I met his aunt, uncle, cousins and a few other friends. We were able to spend the weekend in a family member's apartment which was unoccupied so we had a little down time. This was needed for sure because the Scottish know how to party, and apparently christening is code for get snockered.
After the "meet and greet", Allan and I went to the apartment and then got ready for a night out in Gourock, which is just a town over. We visited a few little pubs but headed back to get to bed and prepare for the day ahead.
At 11:00, we went to the church and attended what I would have imagined to be a beautiful ceremony. I'm Southern Baptist, so I don't attend christenings often; actually, that was my first. It would have been lovely, but when the priest addressed the crowd telling us to be respectful and remember why we were in the church, I should have know what was in store. The people in the pews all around me talked the whole time, some even cursing in church! I couldn't hear any of the ceremony. I never once heard the priest ask us to pray. It was interesting for sure, but it was over quickly.
We left the church and went next door to the pub where the party was to be held. Allan and I began drinking water because we knew it was going to be a long day. Others got started quickly with Vodka and coke, which is very common and other beverages. By 2:00 people were getting busy on the dance floor. I enjoyed the experience because I'm a big people watcher and let me tell you, I got to watch some people having a good old time. They were having too much fun.
To wrap up the rest of the day, Allan and I took a break to nap and then went back out for round two and the others, when we returned, were still going strong. Actually, they went straight through Sunday afternoon. Yup, never even went to bed! I just can't hang like that!
Sunday Allan and I took a drive and he showed me the Royal Scotsman Train, which is beautiful. He used to work on it and we ran into his friend at the station so we were able to take a mini tour. I would love to take a trip with them. Something I think my mom would really enjoy too.
Monday I got to see another really special spot as Allan showed me where his mother's ashes were spread. It was a beautiful spot and I felt very honored to see it. After the drive to another nearby town and a visit to the farmer's market there, Allan and I had lunch at a pub called Charlie Smith's and then we hit the road to head back for Wales. I was supposed to have a flight for Dublin on Wednesday, but I got talked into staying in Cardiff through Monday of next week. That's where I am now.
Yesterday I went for a run in Roath Park and got groceries to cook us dinner. I made goat cheese stuffed chicken breasts, garlic mashed potatoes, and steamed broccoli. Allan said it was the first home cooked meal he'd had in ages...that's sad to me. He's got a good kitchen, he should enjoy it!
Today I got up to get back in that kitchen, but for another reason. Allan was gone for the day so I emptied every cabinet and drawer, wiped them all out (scrubbed in some cases) and restocked things so they would be organized. In my opinion, the kitchen now makes sense, but we'll see what Allan thinks! I also ran out to several of the great second hand stores here and got some clothes for the weekend, which is supposed to be really warm. I only brought clothes for Scotland so I had to grab some tops in order not to burn up. I'm heading back out for a run in a bit because that Roath Park is too beautiful. I'll enjoy my afternoon there.
Tomorrow I'm taking care of the roots I've grown since I've not had my hair done in a while. Heading to a salon called Guy Christian. I think Allan's renting a car for us to visit some sites in Wales this weekend, and I think I'm getting a driving lesson too. Loving the experiences I'm having and I'll say, I am all too grateful for them.
Monday, August 22, 2011
Sweet Nostalgia
This happens to be the second time I wrote this particular entry as I was in a fantastic mood and typed quite a bit yesterday, but carelessly closed one too many tabs and lost my work last night. Here I go again!
We often times are caught off guard by little things in life, a song, a smell, a memory that is brought to the forefront because of the tiniest trigger in our daily life. Yesterday was full of these moments for me. It started early in the morning while I was in church. I should have known then that yesterday would be a really simple, but good day.
In the church I'm visiting here in Dublin, we begin the service with a prayer from the Pastor and then the congregation joins in on the Lord's Prayer. Once we've all recited this we move on to a hymn of worship. The first hymn made me grin, as it's one I know from home and really enjoy singing (although others probably don't enjoy my singing quite as much). Something I find rather amusing in this particular church is that the hymn books list the words, but there are no notes, no guides at all for the music and because there is no music director, everyone sings what they think is the tune. I caught myself giggling quite a lot yesterday (probably because my two new American friends and I had just discussed this the night before and they were sitting with me in church Sunday morning. We surely seemed like a bunch of school children who couldn't contain themselves). The second hymn we sang we all knew the tune to, Amazing Grace, and it went much more smoothly. I find that singing these old hymns usually reminds me of my grandmother, who I probably take after with my lack of singing ability. It was nice to remember her though.
After church I had planned to make a Southern Sunday dinner and had bought all the ingredients the day before. I had told my new friends I was cooking but I didn't want to invite them over as it was my first time for this meal here in Dublin and I wanted to make sure it was edible, not use them as Guinea pigs for my experiment. That's what my neighbor is for (but I'll explain later). They laughed and said they'd wait for round two, but to let them know how it went. Luckily for me, I got exactly what I had hoped for: a juicy ham and a not too eggy macaroni and cheese (I don't eat eggs but I do have to cook with them occasionally, so I was happy with my end result). I had no recipe to follow for the mac and cheese, but I had called T'Lene and asked what she thought I should do proportion wise for my tiny kitchen. I have no measuring utensils here but it all turned out. I also made a pitcher of sweat iced tea and then later remembered I had green beans to cook so I made those for Josh (the neighbor). After I ate my lunch and then attempted to run it off, I had Josh, who just returned from Africa, take a plate. He was thrilled, and so was I. I was glad to get rid of some of the leftovers! The day before I had also made chocolate chip cookies for my neighbors so Josh said, no matter what, he'd be on my side since I cook for him. It makes me feel good though. I enjoy cooking and here I don't have the space to invite everyone over, but I can certainly fix things and give away. It's nice to share a bit of that Southern Hospitality with Dublin.
As I mentioned, I had gone out for a run yesterday afternoon and this is the time I probably felt most nostalgic. I decided to take a different route yesterday (my mother always says people watch and you should change it up to be safe). I ran up Leeson Street to St. Stephen's Green and was pleasantly surprised when I got there. I had forgotten that on the weekends the park walls are lined with paintings from artists in the area. I went to the corner and was going to walk back along the perimeter but got caught, even with my Ipod blaring, by the sounds of music in the park. I heard Bob Marley's Three Little Birds and stopped in my tracks. There was some band on stage in the gazebo and what looked like a highschool marching band in the crowd. They jammed for 15 minutes or so and I sat in the grass enjoying it. Mostly I enjoyed watching the people attempt to dance to the music. I don't claim to have a lot of rhythm, but it was entertaining and made me smile to watch them. It was one of those moments that you appreciate being in a place.
After the performance had ended, I did walk around the park to admire the artwork, but once I'd seen it all, I was "called" back into the park. This time it was the sun that was calling. I've been rather deprived of it living over here and although I made fun of the locals when I visited in April, I understand their appreciation for it now. I have always enjoyed lying in the sun, so that's what I did. I lie right down in the grass and rolled my sleeves up in hopes of "catching some rays." I put my Ipod back on and listened to my man Dave for a while. I stayed there about 30 minutes before it got chilly and then I headed back to my studio, or "box" as a friend is calling it.
On my walk back from the park I had my Ipod in and just enjoyed watching people as they passed me, but one person in particular caught my attention. I wasn't drawn to the person's appearance, but as she passed, I got a whiff of her perfume, and it was the same as what T'Lene wears. It was a great moment because I don't know anyone else that wears it, so it reminded me of my sister, who is coming to visit in 18 days (she posted on facebook this morning), and I'm so excited to see her.
Dublin is great and I'm learning an awful lot being here, but any little reminder of home is welcomed, and yesterday was full of them. Sweet nostalgia.
We often times are caught off guard by little things in life, a song, a smell, a memory that is brought to the forefront because of the tiniest trigger in our daily life. Yesterday was full of these moments for me. It started early in the morning while I was in church. I should have known then that yesterday would be a really simple, but good day.
In the church I'm visiting here in Dublin, we begin the service with a prayer from the Pastor and then the congregation joins in on the Lord's Prayer. Once we've all recited this we move on to a hymn of worship. The first hymn made me grin, as it's one I know from home and really enjoy singing (although others probably don't enjoy my singing quite as much). Something I find rather amusing in this particular church is that the hymn books list the words, but there are no notes, no guides at all for the music and because there is no music director, everyone sings what they think is the tune. I caught myself giggling quite a lot yesterday (probably because my two new American friends and I had just discussed this the night before and they were sitting with me in church Sunday morning. We surely seemed like a bunch of school children who couldn't contain themselves). The second hymn we sang we all knew the tune to, Amazing Grace, and it went much more smoothly. I find that singing these old hymns usually reminds me of my grandmother, who I probably take after with my lack of singing ability. It was nice to remember her though.
After church I had planned to make a Southern Sunday dinner and had bought all the ingredients the day before. I had told my new friends I was cooking but I didn't want to invite them over as it was my first time for this meal here in Dublin and I wanted to make sure it was edible, not use them as Guinea pigs for my experiment. That's what my neighbor is for (but I'll explain later). They laughed and said they'd wait for round two, but to let them know how it went. Luckily for me, I got exactly what I had hoped for: a juicy ham and a not too eggy macaroni and cheese (I don't eat eggs but I do have to cook with them occasionally, so I was happy with my end result). I had no recipe to follow for the mac and cheese, but I had called T'Lene and asked what she thought I should do proportion wise for my tiny kitchen. I have no measuring utensils here but it all turned out. I also made a pitcher of sweat iced tea and then later remembered I had green beans to cook so I made those for Josh (the neighbor). After I ate my lunch and then attempted to run it off, I had Josh, who just returned from Africa, take a plate. He was thrilled, and so was I. I was glad to get rid of some of the leftovers! The day before I had also made chocolate chip cookies for my neighbors so Josh said, no matter what, he'd be on my side since I cook for him. It makes me feel good though. I enjoy cooking and here I don't have the space to invite everyone over, but I can certainly fix things and give away. It's nice to share a bit of that Southern Hospitality with Dublin.
As I mentioned, I had gone out for a run yesterday afternoon and this is the time I probably felt most nostalgic. I decided to take a different route yesterday (my mother always says people watch and you should change it up to be safe). I ran up Leeson Street to St. Stephen's Green and was pleasantly surprised when I got there. I had forgotten that on the weekends the park walls are lined with paintings from artists in the area. I went to the corner and was going to walk back along the perimeter but got caught, even with my Ipod blaring, by the sounds of music in the park. I heard Bob Marley's Three Little Birds and stopped in my tracks. There was some band on stage in the gazebo and what looked like a highschool marching band in the crowd. They jammed for 15 minutes or so and I sat in the grass enjoying it. Mostly I enjoyed watching the people attempt to dance to the music. I don't claim to have a lot of rhythm, but it was entertaining and made me smile to watch them. It was one of those moments that you appreciate being in a place.
After the performance had ended, I did walk around the park to admire the artwork, but once I'd seen it all, I was "called" back into the park. This time it was the sun that was calling. I've been rather deprived of it living over here and although I made fun of the locals when I visited in April, I understand their appreciation for it now. I have always enjoyed lying in the sun, so that's what I did. I lie right down in the grass and rolled my sleeves up in hopes of "catching some rays." I put my Ipod back on and listened to my man Dave for a while. I stayed there about 30 minutes before it got chilly and then I headed back to my studio, or "box" as a friend is calling it.
On my walk back from the park I had my Ipod in and just enjoyed watching people as they passed me, but one person in particular caught my attention. I wasn't drawn to the person's appearance, but as she passed, I got a whiff of her perfume, and it was the same as what T'Lene wears. It was a great moment because I don't know anyone else that wears it, so it reminded me of my sister, who is coming to visit in 18 days (she posted on facebook this morning), and I'm so excited to see her.
Dublin is great and I'm learning an awful lot being here, but any little reminder of home is welcomed, and yesterday was full of them. Sweet nostalgia.
Friday, August 19, 2011
On the Soap Box
I'm sorry to have to start off like this, but I have something on my mind and I need to get it out in the open. I'd actually love to know your thoughts on the subject, so please let me know if this strikes a cord with you.
I just got an email from EF, whom I worked for in England in June/early July and only YESTERDAY got paid for. Yes, beyond my financial frustrations, this email had a survey attached to it for the teachers/local leaders (I was both) to fill out and return in order to better the program. Please bear in mind that I was in Butlins Resort in Minehead, England "teaching" to both Spanish and Russian students for part of the day and "leading" the group of 27 Russians I was assigned to around the rest of the time. Please also note that EF, which in some cases refers to "Education First" and in some cases refers to "English First" is a very well known and established company. I'm honestly not sure how they made it to be so successful after seeing how things are run within that company though.
The survey consisted of seven questions mostly regarding accommodations and activities. I hate to be so negative, but I had very little good to say in response to any of the questions. The final section of the survey asked for "further comments" which I had plenty of (think about my personality...you know I had something else to say). The problem I had with this survey is that there was no question AT ALL regarding the actual teaching that took place. So, here are my additional comments:
I’m a little upset that, as an English learning facility with an “English first” mentality, there are no questions here regarding the teaching materials or standards for implementing lessons. I understand that you are concerned with the “camp” portion of the course, but as an educator, I’m very disappointed with the program. Putting 15 students into the tiny rooms we were provided, with nothing but a white board, a marker, a cd player and a textbook, these kids were done a great disservice. There were never specific objectives we were to teach; actually we were told to choose what we wanted from the book. When I asked about assessment, the response I got was “We don’t do that.” I was flabbergasted honestly. How can one teach and not assess? How does one know what the children are learning if both formal and informal assessments are not taking place? How does one exam at the end of the program tell us anything, especially when the kids are not in a secure testing environment? I’ve worked and travelled with EF for over 10 years now and I must say, this side of EF really let me down.
I'm not sure if anything I said will change the program, but I can say I won't work for that department of EF again and I certainly wouldn't recommend anyone sending their child to participate if the goal is to learn English. I'm sure the kids enjoyed themselves and I'm sure that just the little practice they had in speaking conversational English did them good, but the program as a whole, in my opinion, was a flop.
I just got an email from EF, whom I worked for in England in June/early July and only YESTERDAY got paid for. Yes, beyond my financial frustrations, this email had a survey attached to it for the teachers/local leaders (I was both) to fill out and return in order to better the program. Please bear in mind that I was in Butlins Resort in Minehead, England "teaching" to both Spanish and Russian students for part of the day and "leading" the group of 27 Russians I was assigned to around the rest of the time. Please also note that EF, which in some cases refers to "Education First" and in some cases refers to "English First" is a very well known and established company. I'm honestly not sure how they made it to be so successful after seeing how things are run within that company though.
The survey consisted of seven questions mostly regarding accommodations and activities. I hate to be so negative, but I had very little good to say in response to any of the questions. The final section of the survey asked for "further comments" which I had plenty of (think about my personality...you know I had something else to say). The problem I had with this survey is that there was no question AT ALL regarding the actual teaching that took place. So, here are my additional comments:
I’m a little upset that, as an English learning facility with an “English first” mentality, there are no questions here regarding the teaching materials or standards for implementing lessons. I understand that you are concerned with the “camp” portion of the course, but as an educator, I’m very disappointed with the program. Putting 15 students into the tiny rooms we were provided, with nothing but a white board, a marker, a cd player and a textbook, these kids were done a great disservice. There were never specific objectives we were to teach; actually we were told to choose what we wanted from the book. When I asked about assessment, the response I got was “We don’t do that.” I was flabbergasted honestly. How can one teach and not assess? How does one know what the children are learning if both formal and informal assessments are not taking place? How does one exam at the end of the program tell us anything, especially when the kids are not in a secure testing environment? I’ve worked and travelled with EF for over 10 years now and I must say, this side of EF really let me down.
I'm not sure if anything I said will change the program, but I can say I won't work for that department of EF again and I certainly wouldn't recommend anyone sending their child to participate if the goal is to learn English. I'm sure the kids enjoyed themselves and I'm sure that just the little practice they had in speaking conversational English did them good, but the program as a whole, in my opinion, was a flop.
Monday, August 15, 2011
Southern Comfort
There are few things that I've missed since moving to Ireland. Perhaps it's because I've not been here long enough to realized I'm doing without. Perhaps it's because I've been so busy I haven't thought about the fact that there are items I don't have. Whatever the reason, I've been quite content so far.
That hasn't changed, but my eyes are beginning to open a bit. Mom and I took a trip out to IKEA yesterday and although that place will give me nightmares for a while (too big and too many choices for me), it made me realize how little things can make you very happy. The simplicity of having organizers in my "house" shouldn't really change my perspective on the place, but waking up this morning and seeing them, it did. I was actually a lot happier to see that small row of storage containers holding the papers that have been stacked on the shelves for weeks now. Knowing me, you know that I am a bit of a neat freak. I like things to be in there place, and so these little plastic containers make me very happy.
At dinner at Dillingers tonight, the waitress read through the specials, as normal, before taking our orders. I had already told Mom she had to have the swordfish tacos I had on my last visit to the restaurant. It was really funny though as both our eyes perked up when the waitress told us of the southern fried chicken special. This was my choice, and it was a good one. Oh and lucky for me, it's their Monday night special which means I can go back next week!
The gigantic plate, which only cost me 14 euro, came out with four pieces of chicken battered in a light, but very greasy Rosemary mix, a piece of corn on the cob, a peculiar but delicious version of black eyed peas in a BBQ bean sauce, cole slaw and french fries. I'm talking southern comfort food like you've never seen. Granted, it wasn't done the way we do it back home, but it was good. I did take a to go box, but only because I knew Mom and I would be having dessert and I had to leave room. We enjoyed the same thing Allan and I had eaten before, a strawberry pavlova. Mom jokingly commented, "You don't like this at all, do you?" as I devoured my half.
Southern comfort...not even realizing I was missing it, having Mom here to enjoy some of the things I've been seeing and doing has made me miss home even more. Charleston's going to look really good come December!
That hasn't changed, but my eyes are beginning to open a bit. Mom and I took a trip out to IKEA yesterday and although that place will give me nightmares for a while (too big and too many choices for me), it made me realize how little things can make you very happy. The simplicity of having organizers in my "house" shouldn't really change my perspective on the place, but waking up this morning and seeing them, it did. I was actually a lot happier to see that small row of storage containers holding the papers that have been stacked on the shelves for weeks now. Knowing me, you know that I am a bit of a neat freak. I like things to be in there place, and so these little plastic containers make me very happy.
At dinner at Dillingers tonight, the waitress read through the specials, as normal, before taking our orders. I had already told Mom she had to have the swordfish tacos I had on my last visit to the restaurant. It was really funny though as both our eyes perked up when the waitress told us of the southern fried chicken special. This was my choice, and it was a good one. Oh and lucky for me, it's their Monday night special which means I can go back next week!
The gigantic plate, which only cost me 14 euro, came out with four pieces of chicken battered in a light, but very greasy Rosemary mix, a piece of corn on the cob, a peculiar but delicious version of black eyed peas in a BBQ bean sauce, cole slaw and french fries. I'm talking southern comfort food like you've never seen. Granted, it wasn't done the way we do it back home, but it was good. I did take a to go box, but only because I knew Mom and I would be having dessert and I had to leave room. We enjoyed the same thing Allan and I had eaten before, a strawberry pavlova. Mom jokingly commented, "You don't like this at all, do you?" as I devoured my half.
Southern comfort...not even realizing I was missing it, having Mom here to enjoy some of the things I've been seeing and doing has made me miss home even more. Charleston's going to look really good come December!
Friday, August 12, 2011
Floral Fun
I'd been thinking for a while of things to do with Mom when she got here and one area of interest we both have is gardening. Granted, I haven't a green thumb in my body, but I can appreciate someone else's talent in this area so that was going to be my plan of attack today...see some gardens.
Mom actually arrived yesterday and we got a lot in from the time she landed, dropped her bags at my flat, toured the city centre, and finally called it a night back at the studio. In just those few short hours we saw St. Stephen's Green, Grafton Street, Trinity College, Dublin Castle and the Chester Beatty Library, Christ Church Cathedral and St. Patrick's Cathedral. It was a lot to do but you have to keep moving after a flight like the one Mom had, otherwise you get a bad case of jet lag. She did really well as we came home to cook dinner and she didn't go to bed until about 9.
This morning we planned to get up without an alarm clock and go first to get bus tickets for the week. We woke up around 8:30 and by 11 I think we were finally out the door! We got our bus to the bus headquarters to get our passes and then we went ahead to the National Botanic Gardens because we were pretty close by. We spent several hours there. It's really a beautiful place, and it happens to be free...well worth a visit or two.
After the gardens and something like 150 pictures between the two of us, we headed by bus back to the city centre and walked through Temple Bar where we had our late lunch/dinner (fish and chips at Farrington's) and then walked back towards St. Stephen's Green via the George's Street Arcade (market). We took one more bus back to my apartment. Mom came on here without me as something about living in Dublin makes me want a coke and chocolate bar every day! I ran to the store to get something to snack on and have just come back.
I've got to say there are many reasons I'm glad my mother is here, but what just happened made me even more happy to have her visiting. When I was in Paris with the boys I fell trying to catch the Metro and messed up my toe rather badly. The toenail just decided to call it a day and I (not being a foot person) about had a fit. It doesn't matter if it's my foot or not. I can't handle toes. My mom just did some amazing foot surgery on me and thankfully, I've got chocolate chip cookies left to console me and the trauma I just went through. Love you Mom.
Ok, so now we will more than likely watch a movie in my hometheater...that is sitting on my bed watching the laptop, and head to bed. Tomorrow we are taking a day tour to Kilkenny and Glendalough. Good times ahead.
Mom actually arrived yesterday and we got a lot in from the time she landed, dropped her bags at my flat, toured the city centre, and finally called it a night back at the studio. In just those few short hours we saw St. Stephen's Green, Grafton Street, Trinity College, Dublin Castle and the Chester Beatty Library, Christ Church Cathedral and St. Patrick's Cathedral. It was a lot to do but you have to keep moving after a flight like the one Mom had, otherwise you get a bad case of jet lag. She did really well as we came home to cook dinner and she didn't go to bed until about 9.
This morning we planned to get up without an alarm clock and go first to get bus tickets for the week. We woke up around 8:30 and by 11 I think we were finally out the door! We got our bus to the bus headquarters to get our passes and then we went ahead to the National Botanic Gardens because we were pretty close by. We spent several hours there. It's really a beautiful place, and it happens to be free...well worth a visit or two.
After the gardens and something like 150 pictures between the two of us, we headed by bus back to the city centre and walked through Temple Bar where we had our late lunch/dinner (fish and chips at Farrington's) and then walked back towards St. Stephen's Green via the George's Street Arcade (market). We took one more bus back to my apartment. Mom came on here without me as something about living in Dublin makes me want a coke and chocolate bar every day! I ran to the store to get something to snack on and have just come back.
I've got to say there are many reasons I'm glad my mother is here, but what just happened made me even more happy to have her visiting. When I was in Paris with the boys I fell trying to catch the Metro and messed up my toe rather badly. The toenail just decided to call it a day and I (not being a foot person) about had a fit. It doesn't matter if it's my foot or not. I can't handle toes. My mom just did some amazing foot surgery on me and thankfully, I've got chocolate chip cookies left to console me and the trauma I just went through. Love you Mom.
Ok, so now we will more than likely watch a movie in my hometheater...that is sitting on my bed watching the laptop, and head to bed. Tomorrow we are taking a day tour to Kilkenny and Glendalough. Good times ahead.
Sunday, August 7, 2011
Paris
I arrived in Paris after only a few bumps in the road. The flight was fine, although the "cheaper" Ryan Air ticket quickly increased with fees at the airport. I took a train from Paris Beauvais with no problem to Paris du Nord, and then things got a bit tricky. After two hours out of the way to the wrong station, I arrived in the area of my hotel in Paris. I had no way to contact the guys to see if they were there and I only knew the name and address of the hotel, but not much more.
In my best French, I asked a bar tender at a cafe for information and he quickly got some locals to help. They told me it was too far to walk, and I couldn't take the subway there, but I could grab a cab. I got a cab (in the rain) and went all the way around a roundabout before the driver told me there was no such address. I finally asked ladies in a pharmacy and they told me to walk a block and it'd be on the right. Genius. I went through all that for nothing.
I walked (right past another metro station mind you) into the hotel and at the desk, in French, asked for my room. No such luck. No reservation under my name, Jonathan's name, or Ryan's name, who I knew booked the place. My internet wasn't working but the receptionist let me use the hotel internet for free and I emailed the boys saying I was about to cry and wasn't leaving the lobby until they found me. I went back to the front desk and asked another lady, who lo and behold, was able to ring Ryan's room and there he sat waiting for me. He came down to get me and so the fun was able to begin.
We headed out to see the Arc de Triumph, the Eiffle Tower, etc. We had a bite to eat at a cafe (I had a croque monsiuer with goat cheese) and then we went to the store to get more bread, cheese, and wine. We hung out in the room that night chatting.
We woke up on Friday morning, not too early actually, and headed out to see Sacre Coeur, the Louvre and other sites along the Seine, Notre Dame, etc. We didn't get to go into the Louvre, but I've done it before so I was ok. Disappointed for the rest of the gang though because it's something everyone should do.
We went to the hotel in the afternoon to rest and shower before going back out do go up in the Eiffle Tower at night and have dinner. We ate first at a cafe and all had pizzas that were really good. At the restaurant I was trying to move out of the way for another customer and kicked my foot so hard I drew blood. We walked (me half limping) to the tower then took the stairs to the second floor. I though I'd die! I've done the elevator before, but not climbed the thing. I had on my good white pants and just about ruined them from all the rain that night. Hadn't rained all day so I thought I'd be safe, but no such luck. Remember also I had one foot bleeding I was trying to keep away from my pants.
We walked around the bottom of the tower with our bottle of wine and were going to go to the Moulin Rouge for the gang to take pictures, but it was rather late and we were worried about getting stuck out there when the metro closed. We actually got really worried when the first stop we went to already had closed its doors. We ran to the next stop and up the slippery steps when, bam, I fell. Yep, very classy lady. Jack Rogers aren't meant for running or rain so it was my own fault, but as I went up the stairs to the metro, I slipped. I now have two bleeding feet as I busted my toe on my right foot. Perfect. Even better is the fact that the train is about to leave so Jonathan, a real American hero (inside joke) stands between the closing doors as I scream "Go on without me" and holds the doors open. He saved the day as I was able to board and he even got two other ladies in. Classic moment here. We made it to the hotel and I got in the bathroom to wash my poor feet and ruined pants. I think we all went to bed shortly after.
Saturday morning we got up and the boys decided to stay behind and plan their next leg of the trip, so Angela and I went back to the Champs Elysees for an hour or so. She wanted to get a purse or something, but found nothing she wanted. I bought a cute pair of ballerina flats. We grabbed lunch (a baguette) and headed back to the hotel to grab the guys so we could all go to the train station and see Angela off. She had to get her train to London to catch an early flight on Sunday morning. The boys and I split up after to get our travel plans for the next day. I had hoped to stay with them in Paris on Saturday night, but my train to leave was Saturday evening and the flight was early Sunday, so I had to make different arrangements.
Jonathan and I decided after this, even though we had very little time, to go out to Versailles. I wanted him to see the palace and gardens, but unfortunately we had no time. We just took a few pictures in front and he'll have to go back another time. It really is a beautiful place.
My train to Beauvais was at 9:48 so I sat in the hotel with the boys for a bit after Versailles and had a few glasses of wine before heading out. It was really sad to leave them again. My hotel room in Beauvais was very quiet. It was of course a journey getting there too, but nothing too exciting happened along the way, nothing except a guy on the train deciding to blatantly use drugs in the seat next to me. That was interesting. Never saw any official to tell, and not sure how I would have described it in French anyway!
I'm back in Dublin now and if feels good to be "home" but I did have a great time in Paris. Mom comes on Wednesday so I've got more fun things to do this week. Staying very busy here!
In my best French, I asked a bar tender at a cafe for information and he quickly got some locals to help. They told me it was too far to walk, and I couldn't take the subway there, but I could grab a cab. I got a cab (in the rain) and went all the way around a roundabout before the driver told me there was no such address. I finally asked ladies in a pharmacy and they told me to walk a block and it'd be on the right. Genius. I went through all that for nothing.
I walked (right past another metro station mind you) into the hotel and at the desk, in French, asked for my room. No such luck. No reservation under my name, Jonathan's name, or Ryan's name, who I knew booked the place. My internet wasn't working but the receptionist let me use the hotel internet for free and I emailed the boys saying I was about to cry and wasn't leaving the lobby until they found me. I went back to the front desk and asked another lady, who lo and behold, was able to ring Ryan's room and there he sat waiting for me. He came down to get me and so the fun was able to begin.
We headed out to see the Arc de Triumph, the Eiffle Tower, etc. We had a bite to eat at a cafe (I had a croque monsiuer with goat cheese) and then we went to the store to get more bread, cheese, and wine. We hung out in the room that night chatting.
We woke up on Friday morning, not too early actually, and headed out to see Sacre Coeur, the Louvre and other sites along the Seine, Notre Dame, etc. We didn't get to go into the Louvre, but I've done it before so I was ok. Disappointed for the rest of the gang though because it's something everyone should do.
We went to the hotel in the afternoon to rest and shower before going back out do go up in the Eiffle Tower at night and have dinner. We ate first at a cafe and all had pizzas that were really good. At the restaurant I was trying to move out of the way for another customer and kicked my foot so hard I drew blood. We walked (me half limping) to the tower then took the stairs to the second floor. I though I'd die! I've done the elevator before, but not climbed the thing. I had on my good white pants and just about ruined them from all the rain that night. Hadn't rained all day so I thought I'd be safe, but no such luck. Remember also I had one foot bleeding I was trying to keep away from my pants.
We walked around the bottom of the tower with our bottle of wine and were going to go to the Moulin Rouge for the gang to take pictures, but it was rather late and we were worried about getting stuck out there when the metro closed. We actually got really worried when the first stop we went to already had closed its doors. We ran to the next stop and up the slippery steps when, bam, I fell. Yep, very classy lady. Jack Rogers aren't meant for running or rain so it was my own fault, but as I went up the stairs to the metro, I slipped. I now have two bleeding feet as I busted my toe on my right foot. Perfect. Even better is the fact that the train is about to leave so Jonathan, a real American hero (inside joke) stands between the closing doors as I scream "Go on without me" and holds the doors open. He saved the day as I was able to board and he even got two other ladies in. Classic moment here. We made it to the hotel and I got in the bathroom to wash my poor feet and ruined pants. I think we all went to bed shortly after.
Saturday morning we got up and the boys decided to stay behind and plan their next leg of the trip, so Angela and I went back to the Champs Elysees for an hour or so. She wanted to get a purse or something, but found nothing she wanted. I bought a cute pair of ballerina flats. We grabbed lunch (a baguette) and headed back to the hotel to grab the guys so we could all go to the train station and see Angela off. She had to get her train to London to catch an early flight on Sunday morning. The boys and I split up after to get our travel plans for the next day. I had hoped to stay with them in Paris on Saturday night, but my train to leave was Saturday evening and the flight was early Sunday, so I had to make different arrangements.
Jonathan and I decided after this, even though we had very little time, to go out to Versailles. I wanted him to see the palace and gardens, but unfortunately we had no time. We just took a few pictures in front and he'll have to go back another time. It really is a beautiful place.
My train to Beauvais was at 9:48 so I sat in the hotel with the boys for a bit after Versailles and had a few glasses of wine before heading out. It was really sad to leave them again. My hotel room in Beauvais was very quiet. It was of course a journey getting there too, but nothing too exciting happened along the way, nothing except a guy on the train deciding to blatantly use drugs in the seat next to me. That was interesting. Never saw any official to tell, and not sure how I would have described it in French anyway!
I'm back in Dublin now and if feels good to be "home" but I did have a great time in Paris. Mom comes on Wednesday so I've got more fun things to do this week. Staying very busy here!
Visits from Home
Mom comes this week and I can't begin to describe how excited I am to see her. I have had lots of fun hanging out with friends from home as well as new friends here, but there is nothing like your mother coming after you haven't seen her in a while.
It's funny, but I'm actually getting teary eyed just thinking about it. It just goes to show how close my family is. Many people go for ages without seeing family. I couldn't do that. Daddy didn't raise us that way!
You know, Daddy came to visit today actually. It's been a while since I've "seen" him. I talk to him all the time and I feel his presence a lot, but I took a little nap when I flew in from Paris, and I got to both see and talk to him, and give him hugs and kisses!
Just before I fell asleep, I asked the Lord to let me have a visit, and thankfully, this was one prayer that was quickly answered. In my dream, I had flown back to Charleston. Edgar was there and Mom too, but they both left and I sat down with Dad in his chair. I was a little thing in his lap, although I was the same age as I am now. He was rocking me in the chair, and I was chatting with him about my life here. At first, he was asking me questions about how I was doing. He was telling me to live it up over here. This has been a stress on me for a few days now as I still don't have things sorted with my visa, which means I have no income even though I keep spending. Dad's comments helped reassure me that God has it under control and I'm going to figure it all out.
Anyway, after catching up, I was sitting there with my head on Daddy's shoulder and I began asking him more serious questions. At first, it was like he was still living and he knew he was not going to be around much longer. He was telling me things like, "You know, it's coming." As we chatted though, it was more obvious that he had already gone. I asked if he was scared through it and he just shook his head, no at first, then a small yes, and finally no again. I asked if he was in too much pain, and he said no. I gave him kisses on his forehead and hugged him. Mom came in and took a picture of us and in the picture, it was just me, but Dad's shadow was cast around me.
I hope that that's the case forever you know, that even though I may be standing "alone, my Daddy's always with me. I believe it will be. I miss him so much, but I think of him constantly and I appreciate what I'm seeing and doing more because of him.
It's funny, but I'm actually getting teary eyed just thinking about it. It just goes to show how close my family is. Many people go for ages without seeing family. I couldn't do that. Daddy didn't raise us that way!
You know, Daddy came to visit today actually. It's been a while since I've "seen" him. I talk to him all the time and I feel his presence a lot, but I took a little nap when I flew in from Paris, and I got to both see and talk to him, and give him hugs and kisses!
Just before I fell asleep, I asked the Lord to let me have a visit, and thankfully, this was one prayer that was quickly answered. In my dream, I had flown back to Charleston. Edgar was there and Mom too, but they both left and I sat down with Dad in his chair. I was a little thing in his lap, although I was the same age as I am now. He was rocking me in the chair, and I was chatting with him about my life here. At first, he was asking me questions about how I was doing. He was telling me to live it up over here. This has been a stress on me for a few days now as I still don't have things sorted with my visa, which means I have no income even though I keep spending. Dad's comments helped reassure me that God has it under control and I'm going to figure it all out.
Anyway, after catching up, I was sitting there with my head on Daddy's shoulder and I began asking him more serious questions. At first, it was like he was still living and he knew he was not going to be around much longer. He was telling me things like, "You know, it's coming." As we chatted though, it was more obvious that he had already gone. I asked if he was scared through it and he just shook his head, no at first, then a small yes, and finally no again. I asked if he was in too much pain, and he said no. I gave him kisses on his forehead and hugged him. Mom came in and took a picture of us and in the picture, it was just me, but Dad's shadow was cast around me.
I hope that that's the case forever you know, that even though I may be standing "alone, my Daddy's always with me. I believe it will be. I miss him so much, but I think of him constantly and I appreciate what I'm seeing and doing more because of him.
Sunday, July 31, 2011
Thank Goodness for Guinness, and other beers :)
Been a few days since I've posted anything but it's because I've been so busy playing tourist! I had the day down in Cork with the boys, then came back to Dublin and "worked" on Thursday, and finally Allan flew into town Friday morning to begin our weekend adventures.
We walked around a bit on Friday afternoon, had a drink at a pub in the city center, bought some flowers at the market (which are displayed in wine bottles in my flat since I have no vase), went to TGI Friday's for a laugh and a Long Island Ice tea, walked back to my place and then had dinner at Dillingers in Ranelagh. It was AMAZING. I had swordfish tacos with a sweet potato mash inside. My new favorite dish. Funny since I only just began eating fish about a month ago. Even funnier that I had fish again yesterday, but I'll tell you about that in a few.
After dinner we walked to the Barge (a place Luke showed me in April), stopped at Russells back in Ranelagh on the way home, and then came back to my studio. It's probably worth mentioning that I'm still learning the neighborhood and which streets lead where, so we did detour through a park (over a fence since the gates were locked), but we made it back.
Saturday was a long day, but so much fun. We headed to Guinness to tour the factory and have a pint. I don't care for Guinness, but I'm learning. After the factory we wandered around looking for the Modern Art museum but couldn't find it so we stopped in a restaurant right on the river and I had my first fish and chips. I'm so proud of myself, and actually surprised because I really liked it!
We walked through Cow's Lane market and I bought some lavender for my closet and drooled over the cheeses from the Cheesemaker then we headed into Temple Bar, which is super touristy, but fun. We stopped at the Temple Bar bar and listened to some music for a bit before heading up to Allan's hostel. It's called the Generator and is brand new in Dublin but has locations all over Europe. Very cool place. We played a game of pool (or Allan played and I made a fool of myself) then headed back to my studio where we cooked some dinner and played on YouTube. Allan left and I crashed.
This morning I went to church and now I'm about to head out to meet up with Allan so we can tour the Writers Museum. We were supposed to do a football match but the timing won't work because we've got Rodrigo y Gabriela at Marlay Park tonight. Fun stuff!
We walked around a bit on Friday afternoon, had a drink at a pub in the city center, bought some flowers at the market (which are displayed in wine bottles in my flat since I have no vase), went to TGI Friday's for a laugh and a Long Island Ice tea, walked back to my place and then had dinner at Dillingers in Ranelagh. It was AMAZING. I had swordfish tacos with a sweet potato mash inside. My new favorite dish. Funny since I only just began eating fish about a month ago. Even funnier that I had fish again yesterday, but I'll tell you about that in a few.
After dinner we walked to the Barge (a place Luke showed me in April), stopped at Russells back in Ranelagh on the way home, and then came back to my studio. It's probably worth mentioning that I'm still learning the neighborhood and which streets lead where, so we did detour through a park (over a fence since the gates were locked), but we made it back.
Saturday was a long day, but so much fun. We headed to Guinness to tour the factory and have a pint. I don't care for Guinness, but I'm learning. After the factory we wandered around looking for the Modern Art museum but couldn't find it so we stopped in a restaurant right on the river and I had my first fish and chips. I'm so proud of myself, and actually surprised because I really liked it!
We walked through Cow's Lane market and I bought some lavender for my closet and drooled over the cheeses from the Cheesemaker then we headed into Temple Bar, which is super touristy, but fun. We stopped at the Temple Bar bar and listened to some music for a bit before heading up to Allan's hostel. It's called the Generator and is brand new in Dublin but has locations all over Europe. Very cool place. We played a game of pool (or Allan played and I made a fool of myself) then headed back to my studio where we cooked some dinner and played on YouTube. Allan left and I crashed.
This morning I went to church and now I'm about to head out to meet up with Allan so we can tour the Writers Museum. We were supposed to do a football match but the timing won't work because we've got Rodrigo y Gabriela at Marlay Park tonight. Fun stuff!
Wednesday, July 27, 2011
Just Me and the Boys
So I've heard from all these Americans since I moved over and settled here in Dublin and yesterday morning I went to the airport to meet two guys from Charlotte who contacted me through a friend back home. We had an interesting trip in circles around the airport then were able to get our bus and finally train to Cork.
We had a really good time (I guess I can speak for us all) arriving and checking into our hostel (my first experience staying in one) and then taking another bus out to Blarney Castle. We arrived at the most perfect time at the castle (one hour prior to closing) and were able to be on premises with very few other visitors. I've done Blarney 4 times before but I saw so much more yesterday. I had no idea about the manor house or the Druid ruins, not to mention the wishing steps and witch's cave. We ate dinner at a little pub in Blarney then took the bus back to Cork. We contemplated going out for a pint, but the guys were exhausted (and I don't blame them after their traveling from the US that morning) so we played cards with our French roomie (also a guy) and then went to bed in our little four bunk room. I wouldn't claim to be the prissy kind (not that bad anyway), but that room reeked of boy and it was all I could do to fall asleep on the 1/2 inch thick pillow. I survived the hostel, but I wouldn't necessarily want to do that again. All in all though, the guys I was with were so unbelievably nice and funny (and good looking :) ) so I had a good evening.
This morning we got up, the boys got on a bus to do the Ring of Kerry and I said goodbye (begrudgingly) and went off on my own. I toured the famous English Market and had breakfast upstairs at the Farmgate Restaurant (apparently run by Ballymaloe which I want to see next time). I ate an amazing toasted mushroom sandwich with fresh squeezed orange juice. I left the market and walked to the Cork Museum, but sat in Fitzgerald's Park for a while waiting on them to open, then went to the museum cafe and had a cup of tea and read the paper. The museum is extremely small but I enjoyed it. The last exhibit I saw was a photographer's work depicting slavery. He had traveled to several US states to take pictures of the plantations and in some cases, reenact slave times. He had several photos of Mansfield Plantation and then a few of Edisto Island. After the museum I walked around Cork, stopping in some thrift stores and then finally made my way back to the train station. I was just on time as the train quickly boarded and left for Dublin.
I got back to Dublin around 4:20 and grabbed my two buses to the apartment and here I am. I am waiting on my iPod to charge so I can go for a run. It's really pretty outside and I feel like I've been sitting still, despite my little walk around Cork today and the 7 miles my new buddy Jonathan said we walked yesterday. Jonathan and Ryan are in Europe for 30 whirlwind days doing something like 14 countries. Perhaps I can meet them again for a quick tour of a nearby city?!
We had a really good time (I guess I can speak for us all) arriving and checking into our hostel (my first experience staying in one) and then taking another bus out to Blarney Castle. We arrived at the most perfect time at the castle (one hour prior to closing) and were able to be on premises with very few other visitors. I've done Blarney 4 times before but I saw so much more yesterday. I had no idea about the manor house or the Druid ruins, not to mention the wishing steps and witch's cave. We ate dinner at a little pub in Blarney then took the bus back to Cork. We contemplated going out for a pint, but the guys were exhausted (and I don't blame them after their traveling from the US that morning) so we played cards with our French roomie (also a guy) and then went to bed in our little four bunk room. I wouldn't claim to be the prissy kind (not that bad anyway), but that room reeked of boy and it was all I could do to fall asleep on the 1/2 inch thick pillow. I survived the hostel, but I wouldn't necessarily want to do that again. All in all though, the guys I was with were so unbelievably nice and funny (and good looking :) ) so I had a good evening.
This morning we got up, the boys got on a bus to do the Ring of Kerry and I said goodbye (begrudgingly) and went off on my own. I toured the famous English Market and had breakfast upstairs at the Farmgate Restaurant (apparently run by Ballymaloe which I want to see next time). I ate an amazing toasted mushroom sandwich with fresh squeezed orange juice. I left the market and walked to the Cork Museum, but sat in Fitzgerald's Park for a while waiting on them to open, then went to the museum cafe and had a cup of tea and read the paper. The museum is extremely small but I enjoyed it. The last exhibit I saw was a photographer's work depicting slavery. He had traveled to several US states to take pictures of the plantations and in some cases, reenact slave times. He had several photos of Mansfield Plantation and then a few of Edisto Island. After the museum I walked around Cork, stopping in some thrift stores and then finally made my way back to the train station. I was just on time as the train quickly boarded and left for Dublin.
I got back to Dublin around 4:20 and grabbed my two buses to the apartment and here I am. I am waiting on my iPod to charge so I can go for a run. It's really pretty outside and I feel like I've been sitting still, despite my little walk around Cork today and the 7 miles my new buddy Jonathan said we walked yesterday. Jonathan and Ryan are in Europe for 30 whirlwind days doing something like 14 countries. Perhaps I can meet them again for a quick tour of a nearby city?!
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