One Week Down....

Today I felt the best I have since I have gotten here. One-- I didn't get lost once, and two--I didn't get lost once. That has probably been the worst part, aside from being away from Rob and the kids. Colum sent me to check in on all the students at all three locations and I found my way. Whew, that was certainly a relief. I almost did the idiot American dance right in the middle of the street when I arrived at the final location unscathed. After checking on the students, I got to sit in the courtyard adjacent to St. Patrick's Cathedral and read a book while I waited for Rebecca to meet me. How cliche is that? I even got to relax enough to do some shopping for the first time in the week since I've been here.

An interesting observation about Ireland? Everything is tiny. I rode in an elevator today and I felt like I was in a box. A tiny box. Elevators in the states are big enough to hold two bodies on gurneys. I guess that is a testament to how super sized Americans are. Me included, of course. Bec and I went out to eat and I used a restroom that was-- no kidding-- the size of an airplane restroom. The sink was hilarious. I had to wash my fingers individually. Seriously.

Today was also the first day we had a taste of more "normal" Irish weather--a bit windy and very cool. I was freezing half the time. But I prevailed. The sun was shining and I can always adjust if the sun is shining. We have been so lucky to see the sun so much. Since it has been such great weather, Bec and I got up early and went for a run down by the Liffey. We actually saw two swans just chillin' out in the river. I don't think I have ever seen two wild swans just hanging out. Crazy. Naturally, I didn't have my camara.

Just to let you all know: The kids have been good. In fact, the girl opted not to join us for our Skype date yesterday and went to hang out with Gran for the afternoon. I am was disappointed, but I was happy to hear that she was happy and didn't feel like she needed to talk to me. I did get to talk to my favorite little boy, so all in all a successful phone call.

Well, that is all for today. Most of the time I think of something poignant and witty to tell you as I venture the streets of Dublin, then conveniently forget as I sit down to type. So, I am going to try and bring the journal Mom sent with me so that I can jot down my thoughts. I have to write down everything or it gets lost up there in the chaos. I will also try to post more pictures for you tomorrow. Until then I hope all that read this have a wonderful evening. More to come........