Sightseeing

Robert and I visited Christchurch yesterday. The crypt was the neatest part of the church for me and while it is big and beautiful (and had a mummified cat and mouse that were found in the organ), I am still in love with St. Audoen's church. We can see her from our window. We took the Ghost Bus tour last night and heard some pretty creepy ghost stories involving Bram Stoker, St. Patrick's Cathedral, the oldest cemetery in Dublin, body snatching (that apparently was a lucrative business) and St. Audoen's. St. Audoen's is home to the 40 Steps and is claimed to be the most haunted place in Dublin. Although some terrible things happened there--woman burnt at the steak, man claiming to see the devil, etc. I think many people loved the church and just want to visit on occasion. I took Robert back there today because he had not seen the inside. There is a stone in there that is suppose to bring your life good fortune when you touch it. We rubbed that thing like it was a genie lap. Since she is right next door, I told Robert that I want a picture of me kissing it before I leave. We also had a chance to talk to one of the guys that work there and he was nice enough to tell us more things about the church and when we told him it was our 10 year anniversary, he let us sit by the organ in the chapel for a picture. He said he normally doesn't do that, so we felt pretty special. Thanks Bec for suggesting we go there in the first place. It was your idea initially!

Since Robert has never eaten at a Hard Rock Cafe we went over there for lunch. After a 41 Euro meal and 70 Euro worth of T-shirts (one for him and one for both kids), I was more than happy to get out of there. You've seen one Hard Rock, you've seen them all. But what better place than Dub to go to your first one.

We also went to the Guinness Storehouse today. A really well put together museum. Really cool, actually. I salute Author Guinness. Robert had his first Guinness there and like me, he prefers the light beer. But you cannot leave there without having one. It was in the Gravity Bar on top of the storehouse that Robert got his first glimpse of Irish countryside--I think he is stoked to get out of the city. I know I am. The Cliffs of Moher are Friday!

I will try to get some pictures up on here. Although, some of them are on FB too.

Since Robert has been here, we have done a lot walking around the city. Poor guy, he says he's a tough boy when I worry about him and his feet but it is in my nature to be concerned. We have taken our traditional self-portrait pictures. He has walked around while I have been at the school which has not been long, Colum has been nice enough to let me go pretty early. And I have been keeping track of my hours and I literally have only one hour left until I satisfy the intern hours required for both ASU and ACD programs. Robert went over the National Museum of Archeology this morning. He loved it. He even shopped a little on Grafton Street and scored himself two new shirts. I am glad he is adjusting to navigating the streets. I can't wait until he gets out of the city because THAT'S when he is going to have a good time.

We went to see Riverdance last night. I am sure you can guess what kind of time we had. It was a really good show and to see it in it's native country was priceless. The show also features dancing from other cultures and that was also really neat to see. And we were so close to the stage that the dancers were sweating on us!

We decided to stop at the apartment to have lunch--it is amazing how much money you save by just eating in. I think we are going to head over to Christchurch in a few minutes. We are lucky enough to have Christchurch  in our neighborhood, knowing this I decided to save it for when Robert got here. Tonight we are doing the Ghost bus tour around Dublin. It should be really fun.

My blogging skills have waned a bit as I have someone to share my thoughts with now. Lucky man....

Robert, Day 1

I had no time to blog yesterday, but as you know Robert got in on schedule. So far it has been great. We just picked up where we left off. He is happy to relax in the apartment and doesn't feel the need to rush around everywhere yet, which has been nice. We walked around Dublin a little bit yesterday, we took a nap and then headed out again. We did our own version of the pub crawl tours and ended up at The Celt were locals were playing live music. We actually ran into one of the faculty members that was working at the school. He has been travelling around Europe the past few days and it was a surprise to run into him on his last night here. So we got to have a few drinks and hung out with two guys from Finland and one guy from Austria. One thing I thought I would never see is Robert shooting the Sh** with a guy from Finland in a pub in Dublin, Ireland. But, there are many things I thought I would never see here.

We moved into the two bedroom apartment today and I love it! It is great to have a change of scenery. Tom (I call him my apartment guy) picked us up and made the transfer just minutes ago. We are right next to St. Audeon's church and the Brazen Head--which is the oldest pub in Dublin and right in the heart of medieval Dublin. We are also a couple of blocks from the river, so my runs will resume undisturbed.

Tonight we go see Riverdance at the Gaiety Theatre. We are both really looking forward to that. I will tell you about it tomorrow. Until then......

Connemara

I am sitting here watching Robert's flight in real time and I thought it would make me calm. Nope opposite. He is over Missouri. I have a headache from thinking of the precious cargo on board. Good thing to keep in mind when the kids are in the air. I am going to need to be sedated. Luckily, Rob is usually the calming force in my storm.

Therefore, writing about my trip today will have to do as a distraction for now. Connemara today. I have successfully visited three corners of Ireland. This tour primarily consisted of driving through the countryside. We stopped in a pretty little village that I cannot recall the name right at the moment. We got to meander around the town for an hour and a half. There were some lovely ruins of an old Abby and......CONG.....that is the name.  Anyway, there was also a really nice German girl who was travelling alone and she asked if it would be okay if she walked with me. Absolutely. We took a path down to Asheford Castle, which was built in 1228. We were only able to roam the grounds because Asheford Castle is now a 5 star hotel and only residence are welcome inside. This castle is so posh that is has a heli-pad and Pierce Bronsen got married there. So I am pretty sure my bank accounted debited just by looking at it.

We then headed through parts of Connemara and then stopped at Ashleigh Falls. Another gorgeous place. Luckily my new German friend was there to take pictures of me. Walking around the falls we ran into a horse eating in the pasture along side. Like most animals I have come across here, it was awfully friendly and came up to the group and allowed everyone to pet him. As I turn to go back down the path and back to the bus I was gently nudged as if someone had bumped into me....it was the horse. Apparently, I was not moving down the path fast enough for him, so he nudged me out of the way and went passed. That really happened.

We went on to Kylemore Abby. Wowwww. Prior to becoming an Abby in 1920, the castle was a private home. The story was that Mitchell Henry, a wealth politician from Manchester, England built the castle for his wife, where they lived with their eight children, two of which drowned in the river below the castle. Which gave the place a tragic feel.

With the tour, you get a sparkling Irish guide who tells you about the area, Irish history, religion, takes on Northern Ireland and the English. It is so interesting to listen to them, because each of them have a different take on things. This guide was an atheist, who is indifferent to the English (because the war is over and "we should just get on with it and have a beer") and thinks it would be best if Northern Ireland was separated from Ireland and pushed off to sea, adding that England would even like to get rid of it, but they are stuck with it. The Irish people are the most tenacious and spirited people I think I will ever come across. There history is marred with tragedy and strife, but they have always rallied and remained steadfast. Truly amazing. If Irish history would be a lucrative career, I may have to study it. Like I have said before, I can always find a way to study it.......I'm here, aren't I?

Side note: loved the German girl. She was organized, punctual, smart, and is fluent in three languages (I was envious). She wants to be a translator. Beside her native language, she is fluent in English and French, is an only child, but has several cousins ages two to 32. She went to France for a year to study and swore off relationships when she met her current French boyfriend. She is meeting his family for the first time next weekend. The moment I swore off relationships--a 6'1" blond hair, blue eyed man walked into my life.....it happens.

Me on the bridge of posh hotel.

I shall call him Nudge.

Travel Buddies, we exchanged emails.

Nope, not a postcard...Klyemore Abby

Robert's flight looks like it is decending now!

It's finally here. The wheels are in motion and Robert will head to San Antonio this evening. He is officially going to start the first leg of an extensive travelling bout. I think he is too excited to be nervous, so that makes me feel better. I am not a fan of flying. I love how time flies.......:0)......... when you fly, but I don't like taking off, landing, or the general idea that nothing is under my feet. Having my loved ones in the air makes my stomach quiver. It will be multiplied by.......oh, say-- a zillion when my dear little ones are in the air. Thank goodness someone provided me with some prescription relieve for that time. No worries, I think I was born without the addiction gene, so bring it on.

I was a bit jaded today. I have been away from home for a long time and six weeks of practically living out of a suitcase is getting lame. I am so sorry to be a downer lately, but I think I need a little TX here in Dublin. I walked up to the school this morning without really paying attention to anything--other than traffic. Colum has taken a well deserved extended weekend, so I was sitting in his office alone--no surprise there.  I did get to stretch my creative legs out today as Colum has given me free reign to redecorate the notice boards around the school. That would be bulletin boards to us Americans. Poor Colum had to repeat himself twelve times because I had no idea what he was saying. Now, I work from a lap top and do not have a printer, so I had to do much the decorating by hand. Needless to say, I only got one board in today. It has a Dream theme. Colum has described some random, and I'm not going to lie, some bizarre dreams that he has had in the last few weeks. Therefore, his dreams were my muse for the board....and I watched Alice in Wonderland recently, so I had some inspiration for such a project. I worked five hours today (well in between saving pictures from FB for the study abroad students' end of term slide show--which is time consuming). Five hours of : cutting, drawing, brainstorming, starting over...the whole bit. Yes, arts and crafts is another guilty pleasure of mine.

On the way back to the apartment, I did get a chance to remain alert for much of my walk. I kept hearing someone on the other side of the street talking followed by a slapping sound. The person was a little bit behind me, so I didn't know what was going on. A block or so later, this guy is pounding down the street talking to himself and slapping his own face. Like hard. I loathe it when people stare at me, so I try to return the courtesy and not stare either...this is where peripheral vision comes in. When I discovered we would meet at the same intersection to cross to a street that leads to the Sean O'Casey bridge. I was--thrilled. I mean, he was slapping himself hard. I kept my peripheral vision locked on him. I'm no psychiatrist and I hesitate putting labels on someone, but I have had enough graduate level counseling psych courses to know that this guy was a few notches from what I would call sane. To my relief, he was in much more of a hurry than I was, so while he kicked it into high gear, I did the opposite. He was aware of other people, because two girls that passed him started laughing and he subsequently stared them down. I was not going to get caught in the cross fire. So, crisis diverted. My powers of blending in and avoiding people remain fully intact. I now will apologize to you for having to read to dullest Dublin story ever written.

Tomorrow, Connemara and Galway Bay. It will be a long day, but a gorgeous one I am sure. By the end of this nine week experience, I will have visited the four corners of Ireland. I will be on the West side tomorrow. By the time the tour bus reaches Dublin tomorrow evening, Robert will be descending into Chicago. The kids get to go with Gran and three of their cousins to the river for a long weekend of fun in the sun. I am longing for the hot sun and a cold beer-particularly on the Devil's River. It won't be long now. XOXO

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The only thing that is new today is the new blister I developed from the new pair of flats I purchased. My seal, that I named Fido, was on the river again. Even Fido isn't new today. Time is standing still or passing at a snail's pace at least until Sunday when I can experience Dublin with fresh eyes via Robert. Excitement is contagious and he is super stoked about getting here and seeing the country. Watch out Dublin--old married couple about to hit the streets. :) Sorry to my one loyal reader, nothing new. Love you.

Kid Update Too

I failed to mention that I talked to the kids yesterday! The boy has gotten a hair cut (thanks Auntie Anna) and looked so cute. He is getting to be such a sweet and wonderful kid. I adore him. He is liking Bible school this summer and if you have been around for previous summers, this is spectacular and extraordinary news. It has been difficult for him in past years. I am so grateful.

The girl had just made herself a bowl of cereal before we talked! Such independence. I know she is getting big--I shouldn't be so surprised. But it was just yesterday that I was looking over the edge of her crib to a little angel and her stretchy face (a face she made when she woke up). Gran told me she sang again at church the other day. I am in awe of her talent and bravery.

Bugga told me he was excited for his presents (I have stalking up, I can't help myself), then quickly added he was excited about seeing me too. I needed to hear that yesterday. It will be a happy day in Ireland for me when those two get here.

Swans, Seals, and Brave Birds

The sun stayed away for the most part today, but it was somewhat warm despite it. And by warm, I mean I put on my windbreaker on top of my cardigan when I headed to lunch. Some girls here have managed to wear shorts on these warm days, I can't seem to manage it yet.

Running this morning, I ran into six swans swimming together in the river. Now, I stop for almost nothing during a workout, but six swans on the Liffey--I am pausing for a quick picture on my phone. Another first? I actually past someone this morning. I know what you're thinking--yes, they were actually out for a run too. That never to rarely happens, so I received a confidence boost. However, if you choose to pass someone, you have to kick it into a higher gear so you won't get in their way. Think about when a car passes you on the highway then subsequently slows down. Infuriating, right? Therefore, I was a bit winded for a good portion of that run.

Today must have been a day for wildlife encounters, because I spotted another seal as I walked across the Sean O'Casey bridge heading to the school. Bless his (or her) adorable heart--he looked right at me when I stopped to get a picture of him (of course my shot is of him looking away--tease). The river was up this morning like it was when I spotted the first seal, so I was on the lookout. He was so cute.

Lunch found me with three birds hounding me for a piece of my sandwich. Dublin birds are extremely brave. But, unfortunately they are also camera shy, because they fled as I was slowly reaching for my camera.

I promptly came back to the apartment for a nap. I have been tired this week. Weariness and anticipation are the culprits I believe. I will get my second wind on Sunday at approximately 8:40am.

I did get some exciting news. I don't want to jump the gun on this, but if things pan out it will be an exciting development. I had emailed one of my professors from ASU who is the head of the program I graduate under this past May. I wanted to touch base with him and let him know that I was accepted to the PhD program that I applied to. He was kind enough to write one of my letters of recommendation and I wanted to thank him. Upon his reply, he congratulated me and asked if I would be interested in an adjunct position teaching a course within the program, perhaps in the next academic year. Interested? Are you kidding? When is the next flight home? I really enjoyed the program and loved the professors I had in it. Nothing would be cooler. But, as I said--I don't want to get too excited. He did say he MAY need the help. And I do have a great job now, but I would certainly consider moving on if this opportunity presents itself.

We shall see.....

Weary Today

Biggest event of the day: I got a hour long run in on an entirely new route. The sun rises before 5am, so I  woke up around that time. I attempted to lie there until it was NOT an insane hour to get up, but I rolled out of bed about 5:30am; so there was nothing left to do other than hit the pavement. I ran, cleaned up the apartment, did dishes, took out the trash--all before 8:15am. And I wonder why I am exhausted at the end of each day.

It had been awhile since I had lunch outside at Merrion Square and since it was abnormally warm, bordering on hot today, I headed over there for lunch. To my surprise there was a band playing, you know with woodwinds and brass. I got to read, have lunch, and hear a band play with what has been my only recurrent lunch date in Dublin, the sunshine. So all in all, not a bad day. I recorded some of the music on my camera, but to my dismay, I am unable to post a viewable version of it for you. They played the music that was used as the opening credits for the first Austin Powers movie too! I will play around with it and see if I can get it on for you soon.

I did not visit anything glorious today, although I did drop into a bookstore. Bookstores always entertain me for awhile. I am growing weary of meandering around Dublin alone. Over a month without having dinner with people, a drink with friends, girl talk or taking in a movie with someone is a long time. And although I am excited about seeing Connemara and Galway Bay on Saturday, I am eager to get Robert here. I would happily forgo the next few days if it meant I could get my companion here earlier. Patience is suppose to be a virtue, right?   No worries, I will surivive. I get to be in Ireland on a down-time day.

If anyone is reading this, I would love to hear what is going on at home. I miss the states today.

Nothing to Report Except the Lack of Things to Report

Like I said yesterday...slow blogging week. Nothing special to report other than it is a gorgeous day in Dublin. Was almost initiated into a skateboarding group. Inhaled a 5 lb chocolate muffin for breakfast. Been drinking tea--that's hot tea, not iced. I know, I don't think I'll be trying that in a  90+ Texas summer. I did forget to mention that the employees at the airport felt sorry for me and I scored a free tea and free Internet time yesterday. That's how much I have roamed around the airport. I think that perhaps they think I am off my rocker and are trying to stay out of the line of fire. Whatever saves me a few Euro. I can play crazy.

I am getting my bags packed for the move to the two bedroom apartment next Monday. I can't believe it is almost time for the crew to get here.So, for now I just wanted to let my one loyal reader know that I am alive and well. Because if it wasn't for her (yes you, Mom), this trip might not have been possible. I owe it to her to give her a little info. Oh and I was excited to hear about the Irishman winning the US Open, but was quickly informed it was a Northern Irishman, which is a big difference here. You learn something new everyday....

Eloqeunt Nonesense: More Nonsense Than Eloquence For Me

One of the meanings of Blarney that I have come across is "eloquent nonsense". The word was used by Queen Elisabeth I when attempting to secure loyalty from the current Lord of Blarney. The Lord of Blarney responded to her requests with subtle accounts to loyalty without actually giving in to the Queen's demands. She would call the lord's words "(a lot of) Blarney" Thus the legend of the gift of gab is centuries in the making. If you look into it further, there are a few legends connected with the stone. My favorite is a story of two young people that fell in love. Trouble was, their families were bitter enemies. The two lovers had to meet in secret by the river that separated their parents' lands. One night, the young girl's brother saw the two by the river. He became angry and swiftly pulled out his bow and arrow; killing the boy. As the boy lay dying, his mother laid his head upon a stone. She later had the stone built into the castle. That was my favorite, but of course a legend. No one knows with certainty were the stone came from. The beauty of it is that you can believe what you wish about the stone.

If you have been reading this blog, I have made it abundantly clear that I visited Blarney Castle yesterday. No trip to Ireland (a least a nine week trip) is complete without visiting Blarney Castle. The castle was naturally amazing. Unlike other castles and museums I have visited, you could take pictures and roam through the castle with few limitations. I looked around the grounds for a bit then headed to the Blarney Stone, or more accurately: to the LINE to the Blarney Stone. What made the long line worth the wait was that you got to ascend the actual steps that people did years ago leading to the stone-- Which was one long, narrow spiral staircase totally over 100 steps. There was barely enough room for me and my backpack. If I turned one way or the other the backpack scrapped against the old walls. I was suffering from a bout of claustrophobia. The line feels like it goes pretty fast, because you are able to look out the narrow windows original to the castle and the old rooms and read about what they would have been. Once you get to the top you are literally on top of Blarney Castle. I also remember that I have a slight fear of heights--my heart was pounding once I emerged from the castle walls. But I was not going anywhere until I kissed that stone. That and after a certain point--you were going up, you had little choice. The view was totally worth it though.

As I was looking at the grounds below, I overheard several people say that they missed kissing the stone because they were unable to reach back far enough. Oh hell no, I was going to kiss that thing especially if I was going to hang myself upside down hundreds of feet in the air. I pulled up to the front of that line, positioned my butt and reached with all my might. Score! Now I have a priceless picture that will adorn my wall. I am sure Robert will love that. Oh and I purchased the quintessential T-shirt that announces that I have kissed the stone. I wore it today so I could be a sort of ambassador for Irish tourism (although I don't think it needs my help).

We then headed over the Cobh (pronounced cove) after Blarney. Cobh was the final port that the Titanic sailed from, a fitting compliment to the artifact exhibit. We were there on a great day as the Irish Navy was in port and they were performing demos for the crowd. They shot off flares and even busted out there helicopter. A cruise ship was also in port. I had never seen such a huge ship up close.

We also got to drive through Cork, Ireland's "second city". I was disappointed that we didn't get to spend some time there, but the stone beckoned. Apparently Cork is another popular tourist city, some preferring it to Dublin. Break to an overheard conversation between two Americans:

Girl: We just flew in today.
Boy: That's cool. Where to?
Girl: We decided to fly into Cork instead of Dublin.
Boy. You made a good choice, because Dublin is Mexico.

Now take what you want from that, but--1. I think he was insulting Dublin, which I feel a certain loyalty to and 2. He was also putting down Mexico, which I also feel some loyalty to. I have been known to have a beer in Acuna and on the beaches of Mexico and I intend to visit Mexico again. Being that I am anti-confrontational for the most part, I let it slide...:)

Today was another full day at the airport. I was there from 6:55am-almost 4:00pm. Ouch. Good news is it is my last full airport day and although I care about the well-being of the students that descend into Dublin, the next time I am there--I will get to be the one at the arrivals gate that jumps up and down in excitement. I am looking forward to that. The last time I was there with someone I loved, they were leaving...and let me tell you the arrivals gate is way more fun than the departure gate.

Next weekend I go to Connmara and Galway Bay. I go on Saturday to not only sight see, but to fill the long hours before Robert gets here on Sunday. It might be a slow blogging week until then.

I will tell you about this trip tomorrow. I have a very early morning so I am going to retire for the night. Hope all is well.

I discovered I dislike waiting for delayed planes.

Spent the day at the airport. I woke up at 5:45am to ensure that I got a hour long run in. Then onto the 8am bus to the airport, just in time to catch Flight 92 from Chicago that arrives at 8:40am each day....except for today. The flight was delayed until 1pm. I texted Colum to see if he wanted me to stay or come into the city to do something, I don't know, useful and go back to the airport. He suggested I stay and while I waited I could try and catch a student arriving at 9:45am, who has her own accommodations and as such is supposed to arrange her transportation. That is fine, I can do that. Except I stood at the arrivals gate for nearly two hours waiting for her to see my little sign, but someone that doesn't know you are there is not going to be looking for you. I reluctantly put my sign down to go use the potty and never located the student. I was concerned about this for a good part of the day only to discover she had made her way to the school. Whew. But it would have been nice to have been spared the concern. Nevertheless, I hunkered down with my tea and book and waited until 1pm. I stood smack dab in front of the arrivals gate once the plane landed, because I was not going to miss the student I actually was there to gather. While I waited I visited with a nice Irish man who was waiting for the same flight and who was amazed to hear that I had been there since 8:20am waiting for it (you're telling me, mister). I did find out through talking with him that he also has a game called, "they're American". I am sorry to report that it is not a compliment to be pegged in this game. My new friend did ask if I was American or Canadian...I promptly reported--"I'm Texan".  Cause when your from Texas, you can say that.

I did located the student, a lovely girl from Pennsylvania. She was just as relieved to get there as I was to find her. We hopped into a cab only to listen to a disgruntled Irish man who proceeded to bash the Irish government, the media, and those with or in pursuit of higher ed degrees (he had exhibit A and B in the back of his cab--what do you think spurred his rant). Don't get me wrong-- he was extremely articulate, knew everything about everything and informed us that was easier to attack than to defend, hence the fountain of knowledge he wanted to offer us....But for the love of God, he talked the ENTIRE WAY. I was exhausted at the end of that ride and got out while the cab was still moving.

Before I continue, I would like to include this disclaimer: I do realize that waiting and airport pickups are all part of interning and part of the experience and learning and I have been lucky enough to learn a lot...about a lot things. Intern = grunt, gopher, etc. I got it-- but it doesn't make it, for lack of a better word, suck any less.

So here I am. I am going to Blarney Castle tomorrow and although I was initially dreading the long bus ride, it will be nice to just sit and enjoy rather than be on alert. Robert will be here next weekend and I am looking forward to hanging out with someone, seeing more things, and having a few pints. I think there is a misconception here that married mothers do not want, nor like, to have fun and upon the birth of my first child I had to relinquish my bar hopping and naughty thoughts card (even though I would never resort to those things :))To each his own, I suppose. But there are no egg shells around me--- even with a fab husband and gorgeous children. Can't wait to tell you about tomorrow. Sending love.

Did You Just Make a Plan to Make A Plan? Yes.

I made a waste of a perfectly beautiful day to come back to the apartment and take a nap. I think I have exhausted many sights on my "things to see" list. The remainder of attractions are reserved for Robert and then the kids. So, I've been resisting the urge to set off to some attractions such as the Guinness Storehouse, Christchruch, Dublin Castle, the zoo, Liffey River Cruises, etc. Oh, and I have yet to properly experience Dublin night life-- which will certainly be on the agenda. That and Robert subtly reminded me each time I use my debit card that it does indeed DEBIT the account. Sometimes it is easy to make yourself believe that those little cards get money from nowhere, but alas, the funds do come from an account that can fall into the red if I allow it. No worries, Mom-- I still have plenty to survive.

An exciting development? Robert and I are going to fly over to Scotland for a couple of days once he arrives. Our passport expires in eight years we might as well stamp it a few more times and get our money's worth. We considered Madrid, Paris, or Lisbon but Edinburgh made the most financial sense. That and it will still be brilliant. We will be flying in on the morning the kids and Robert's parents will be getting here. I just hope our plane won't be delayed. We will fly in about 30 minutes after they land. If they can sit tight for a few minutes, use the potty and get a snack we should cruise through customs fairly quickly (cross your fingers). I will make plans if we are delayed. I like to fly by the seat of my pants as long as I plan for it. :)

Tonight I will retire early. I need to pick up a student who arrives in the morning. Therefore, my run will have to be a wee bit earlier than usual. And yes, I will be going to pick her up alone as Colum will be in teaching a class. I know--is there no end to his super powers? I don't even think Kryptonite can stop him. He has even entrusted me with the duty of showing her around the area of her accommodations. Great, under pressure I still can get turned around. But if there is one thing I AM good at--it's faking it. Wish me luck.

The girl lost two teeth the last few days. I cannot believe I missed that. So to recap? Both my dears learned to ride a two-wheeler bike, the girl lost her first two teeth, and neither of them have felt it was necessary to talk with me. Like I said: their health, safety, and happiness are all I can ask for. They are unbelievable independent and wonderful. And my wonderful sister and brother-in-law are to thank for their being distracted by fun. Sending my love......

A Titanic Exhibit

No grand epiphanies, no random thoughts for today. I will spare you the torture. Nothing eventful happened at the school today. I have been assigned to go through countless Facebook pictures so that Colum can put together a slide show for the study abroad students. I love to stalk on FB as much as the next guy, but two days and fours hours in a row (which if you are like me and mathematically challenged) makes eight hours of photo scouting. If you are unfamiliar with FB (and if you are introduce yourself, because you're clearly not from this planet), these kids can tag each each other, making this project a bit redundant and a waste of my abilities. Nah, I am up to the task. I am here to learn. At least I have something to do. I have yet to share my grand ideas to Colum on the projects he would like to launch. And that would be an American grand, because an Irish grand means so, so or okay. I suppose an American grand is the equivalent of an Irish brilliant. So, therefore my brilliant ideas. If you would like more Irish lingo hit me up. Colum relinquished me from my task a few minutes before three. After some, "can I do anything else for you" and "are you sure" comments, I headed out the door and dashed toward the 69 bus route stop. I was going to see the Titanic Artifact Exhibition.

I literally made it to the bus stop as the doors were closing--cue the sarcasm-- much to the excitement of the driver who was lit up with sunshine. I was in such a rush to make that 3:05 bus that I sat down before I realized that I was on a bus headed to, well somewhere that I had no idea where. Truth be told I was freaking out a little and I sat straight up searching for something that sound remotely familiar from my research of the map. You are suppose to let the driver know when you want to, and here is the tricky part, stop BEFORE the actual stop. After what was almost a hour, I knew I was almost there and I got up to timidly ask if it was time. I don't know if it was or not, but he stopped and I got off right in front of the Citywest Hotel, right where the exhibit was taking place. I almost fainted--I had made it. I them began the long walk up the hotel's driveway, this place was swank so most people: a. drive there b. take a taxi or c. hop on a tour bus. Imagine my further relief when the Titanic Exhibit sign presented itself.

Since the exhibit is only in Dublin until Saturday, I knew all the nervousness getting there would be totally worth it--and it was. The ticket was fairly reasonable (18 euro) and upon entering, you received a replica of what the tickets looked like in 1912. What was even cooler was that each person was given the identity of an actual passenger on the Titanic and at the conclusion of the tour you find out if you survived. I was Mrs. Edward Candee (Helen Churchill Hungerford) a 53 year-old female traveling alone (I know you're getting chills). She was heading back to Washington D.C. after traveling through Europe doing research for her lasted book, "Tapestry". She was going home to attend to her son whom she found out had been injured in an auto accident. Mrs. Candee was a 1st Class passenger who was described as a practical and freethinking woman, she had written several books-- one titled, "How a Woman May Earn a Living" which gave women advice on how to get along without a man to support them. I know, she could have been me in a past life. I could only be so lucky.  Since the Titanic made it's maiden voyage on April 10, which is also know as my birthday, I have perked up when I hear stories about it. Think about when you hear your birthdate in random conversation or on TV, radio, etc. You tend to pay a little more attention. I believe in fate, destiny, reason; weather it presents itself with a bang or seems meaningless. Just remember, there is no reality only perception and we have the ability to alter our perception. So my perception is that events that are signigicant around the date of birth are personally interesting and important.

The exhibit was really amazing and well done. Many of the artifacts were well preserved and I was in awe at how much glassware survived. But I suppose that although there was a considerable amount of chaos, objects falling in water tends to be a peaceful event. It was moving as the exhibit showed pictures and told about the lives of some that perished that day. What I am still in awe over, was the steerage exhibit. There was a model of what a 3rd class accommodation would have looked liked. As you pass by it, it is explained how passengers would have been treated and what they would have experienced. Third class passengers would have heard the sound of the engine and felt the ocean move the entire time, therefore as you walked through you heard the sounds of what the engine would have sounded like in one of those rooms--AND then you felt the ocean under your feet. I am not kidding. The floor moved under your feet as if you were on a ship. Amazing. Even though no pictures were allowed, they had a piece of the ship you were allowed to touch. Touched it. There was also a recreated iceberg--touched that too. I am so glad that I went. It moved me to tears, but you would probably be hard pressed to find someone that would not be moved. They took a picture of me in at the beginning and I was unable to find out where to get it. So, Robert we may have to trek out there to see if we can get my picture!

I guess you are wondering if I survived? I did. I was actually really relieved that Mrs. Candee was able to make it to her son's side. I plan on poking around her life a little bit.

And obviously, I made it back on the bus as well. I was a little worried since the bus was fifteen minutes late, but I always knew I could call a cab. But 3 Euro as opposed to 30 Euro to get from point A to B is a no brainier. If that bus would have been 30 minutes late, then I would panic.

This week is flying by. I can't wait to kiss that stone. Because it means one of two things, my gift of gab will be multiplied (ask Rob, I call myself a Wizard with Words) and that Rob will be on a plane the next Saturday. Whoop!

P.S. I was so proud of myself for tackling the City Bus that I treated myself to pasta and chocolate for dinner.

Long Walk to the Hotel

Oh Thank G**, I have the right place

Yep, 100% Sure

Creeping up the Stairs

My contraband

In Anna Karenina, Tolstoy referred to boredom as "the desire for desires" (Yes, I have read Anna Karenina. Not my favorite book, but sits on my bookshelf as a personal badge of honor). Boredom can  be a real and strong feeling for some; often times synonymous with restlessness, loneliness and perhaps a lack of motivation border-lining on laziness. Through my time alone here I have been happy to discover that I am capable of battling boredom. There have been times that I struggle with it, clueless as to what to do with my time, much of it being spent in the company of a screen: TV screens, iPhones, and computers (yes, I know where I am, but I would like to think that this is somewhat productive). At times even feeling guilty for not being in motion all of the time. I am happy to report that I can live in the company of my own thoughts. For the last decade I have been surrounded by a kind of joyous, maddening chaos. Kids, school, and work keeping me busy all the time. Not to mention how busy it has kept Rob the past couple of years. Most of it I wouldn't trade for anything. Kids? Never. Robert? Are you kidding? He is my rock, my BFF, my BBQ-er. School? I think I just signed on for another four years. Gulp. What I will trade is letting lack of motion consume me with guilt and urgency to get something done. I will no longer sit on my rear thinking about how much I would like to be doing something. I can read, play games with the kids, go for a run. Sure, there will inevitably be "have to's" and normally I welcome them willingly, but I am going to make a conscious effort not to complain about having nothing to do and simply get up and do something-- which in Sonora will undoubtedly be a challenge. Rest assured that if I want to sit and veg out in front of the TV so be it. Those that know me best know that boredom and down time are my nemesis. So, I will do what I can to banish boredom and how useless it is for me. That and Dr. Phil has said bored people are boring and I certainly don't want to be in that category.

Where did I come up with this epiphany? In sunny Dublin accompanied by no one except the insistent dialogue in my own head, which can be loud and annoying--especially at night. This is still not quite a developed thought, but I working on it.
So to sum this up--the desire for desires. When I want something to be accomplished I will get it done or I will shut up. I think what Robert and I have accomplished thus far in our life together is a testament to our willingness to make things happen when it proves to be what we view as the right thing for us. We may not get a fabulous house or trust funds for the kids out of it, but it works and that should be enough. 
 
Yeah, yeah you say but what did you DO today? Well, not much. Run, intern. I did try to catch the bus to go see the Titanic Exhibit. I missed the 3:05 bus my 10 minutes and I unfortunately, I would have been too late to make the last admission into the exhibit if I waited to the next one. The exhibit departs on Saturday, so I may have to ask Colum if I could leave a little early sometime this week. I will tackle to city bus system by week's end if anything!
 
 

A Day as a Temporary Resident

Today, I blended in as a Dubliner. As usual, I went for my river run. Unfortunately, I forced myself out the door a little later than usual, so I had to run fast but I got it in nonetheless. I also had to utilize my evasive maneuvers, because Dublin was waking up and littered with commuters on foot. The upside is that I am getting used to timing the lights and scoping out the traffic. While those new to Dublin streets stand motionless waiting for the little green man to give them the go ahead to cross (with or without oncoming traffic), I cross when the streets are clear. I love when I set the pace for the newbies. They look at me, then look at one another, shrug and head across the street. Street crossing is a valuable skill to have here. One: you save time and two: you don't get run over by the bustle of working pedestrians. It is still a challenge for me though.  Because although the City of Dublin was kind enough to remind us foreigners which way to look when crossing the street by way of "Look Left" or "Look Right" signs, every fiber of my being tells me that that is simply unnatural and I end up looking both ways before I cross-- because looking both ways before you cross any street is sound advice.

I went to a new place for lunch today. A little sidewalk cafe. I actually went in and sat down. I know, I neglected Oscar today but he always has people hovering about him. It was also a chilly morning, so I was hesitant about spending my lunch outside. Seriously, even Colum mentioned that his office was freezing and that has never happened in my four weeks here. Being the gentleman he is, he moved the heater in his office (after he turned it on) so that I may stay warm while I worked. I couldn't have asked for a better place or a better person to work with.

As part of my Dubliner temporary citizen schedule, I went and found someone to cut my hair today. I headed over to St. Stephen's Green Shopping Centre where I discovered that you have to pay 20 cents to use the restroom. This only strengthened my argument that Dublin is not public potty friendly. But, I was in desperate need of a hair cut and I had some time to kill in the mall before I could get an appointment, so the restroom was a needed stop worth two of my 10 cent pieces. I had not gotten a hair cut since April and before that it was September. I'm not kidding. I am so glad that I went ahead and did it. I love it! The girl that cut it was so nice, she offered me coffee (yes, they have a latte, coffee, and tea service--with a guy there ready to serve you), brought me magazines and took time cutting my hair. My recent haircuts have been from Supercuts where you are essentially on an assembly line of squirt bottles and hair chopping and you leave there wet headed and slightly confused. But, how much can you ask for for 10 bucks? It was really reasonable here, I know this because I know what Bec paid for her cut and I paid half what see did. I am definitely going back before I go home. Seriously, they offered me coffee and they smiled. It was fabulous.

I needed to get back to the apartment to take out the trash and do some dishes, both a necessary evil as a working person here. My biggest accomplishment? I purchased the right kind of light bulb for the bathroom. I literally jumped up and down--I have spent the last three days showering in the dark. Oh, and I figured out how to unlock Colum's door so that it does not automatically locked when you shut it. I think Colum was even proud of me today for that simple victory.

Saturday, I join the traveling again. I will be heading to Blarney Castle to kiss the Blarney Stone. Which should give me the gift of gab for the next seven years. So, hopefully I will have a better story to tell by the conclusion of the weekend. Until then, we will see what tomorrow brings......

Insomnia

Today I have gone almost one week without talking to the kids. They accompanied their cousins on a trip to the river house and are currently on their way to stay with them for the rest of the week. During this time I have discovered that I have been at peace with not talking to them on a regular basis. I find this to be a positive thing, and let me explain why.

Although my kids are on my mind daily, I have discovered that I do not need them. Please don't misunderstand me when I say this. Those children are every emotion that I have everyday: the are my happiness, my elation, my awe, my anger, frustration, and my drive. They give me purpose and give me the fortitude to strive to be better than I was yesterday. I miss them and love them dearly, but I think that if I needed them, that I would place pressure on them that would be unnecessary. They are supposed to need Robert and I. What I do need is the knowledge that they are safe, happy, and healthy. That alone has been enough to get me through those days when I have not been able to visit with them. That day almost ten years ago when that sweet blue eyed boy came into our lives, was the day that I was given purpose. He brought order to my chaos by simply existing. Three years later, the planets in my universe aligned when the girl was born. I am acutely aware of how blessed I am. Through this time, I have struggled with the fact that I have not crawled into a hole of misery without them, essentially, I have been somewhat guilt ridden. I think that that comes along with a mother's conscious. If I really think about why I am here, it is because of the three people back at home. I would have never have had this opportunity nor fought for this opportunity if it was not for them. I do not want to be a person that uses my family as an excuse for not accomplishing things that I dream of doing. They are my reason. My reason that I understand that anything is possible. I know this because those three dears would not have dropped into my life. I am no better than any person I walk by in the street. I have done nothing to deserve my wonderful husband and beautiful, talented and intelligent children (if I do say so myself). Knowing that, only means one thing--that I have them in my life to be better for them, to include them in my dreams in hopes that one day they will have the knowledge that many things are, in fact, possible. And although someone will always be better or smarter or wealthier that they will be, they can rest assured that they did what they wanted to do--on their own terms. All I hope for are that they are healthy and happy; to have an appetite for life, no matter what it is they choose to do with it. If I have nothing more, that will be enough. I hope that Rob and I can teach them along the way to be kind, open-minded, independent, and motivated. My challenge? Well that will be to remember that they are not an extension of me, they are their own person with their own ideas of success and happiness. So, tonight I am thinking of them and wishing them to have a fun and fabulous week--while being safe and smart (as I am still a door locker and fact checker). As I have said before, they are in capable and loving hands, so there is nothing more I can ask for and I will be counting the days until they join me on this little adventure, because the truth is, life is more colorful when they are around.

So, it is off to bed for me. I had these thoughts dancing around in my head and usually, they taunt me until I get them off my chest......or take some ambien. Obviously, I went with the former. I hope this was not too much information for you. What I do feel like I need to explain is that I do not feel comfortable using their names a lot on the Internet. I know it seems silly, but that comes with my cautious nature. So, for blog purposes they will be referred to as the boy and the girl. Those terms come with all the love and respect that I have for them. Which is insurmountable. Goodnight...for real this time.

Glendalough and Kilkenny

As you know, I went on a tour of Gledalough and Kilkenny yesterday. I have no words...it was spectacular. I have been staying fairly close to the city the last few weeks and this trip has solidified just how much I was indeed missing out on. I do have to intern during the week, so my full free days are limited, but from here on out I will be trying to schedule a tour one day of each weekend. I  have two more scheduled so far.

Glendalough was so beautiful. It is a medieval monastic settlement found in the 6th century by St. Kevin. St. Kevin was a hermit priest that spent his life in a process of self-exploration, reflection and prayer. After spending time in that place, I could see why one would commit to a life of solitude there. The picture I posted yesterday was a one of me standing by the Upper Lake of Glendalough, there is also a Lower Lake. Part of the hike, I got to visit with a nice Colombian girl and a nice French girl; both of whom were traveling alone as well. They were really curious about American culture and we asked each other a lot of questions. I did note that Texas's reputation precedes me--on our way back to the bus a pick-up truck passed (literally, only the third I have seen thus far), and the French girl said--ahh, like Texas! I could not dispute to reference.

After hiking through the area, we headed to Kilkenny by way of the Wicklow Mountains. Gorgeous. Again. Our tour guide mentioned that Mel Gibson ran around in a kilt with no underwear on in those mountains. Remember the movie? Hilary Swank and Gerard Butler also did some work in the area we passed.

We made a quick stopped before we got to Kilkenny to a place that our tour guide called, "the middle arse of nowhere". We, in the US, know it as BFE. Actually, it was the place were an ancient portal tomb stood. It was a quick twenty minute jaunt there and back and we were back on the big green bus to our destination.

We arrived in Kilkenny for lunch. Kilkenny was the medieval Capitol of Ireland until Elizabeth I moved the capitol to Dublin in the 16th century. I had a quick bite to eat and headed over to Kilkenny Castle. The castle that has existed since the 12th century. It is believed that Strongbow married the King of Leinster's daughter there. The current castle has been remodeled to replicate how the it looked in the Victorian era. Naturally, no pictures were allowed inside, so you will just have to go visit it yourself one day! It was really neat, I can't understand why the family abandoned it in the 1930s. After leaving the castle, I did a little shopping and scored myself some Kilkenny crystal. Three pieces to be exact. One that will go quite nicely in a little hutch in Fredericksburg, the other two will reside in my house. Let's hope they survive a trans-Atlantic flight.

I could have spent more time in Kilkenny, but it was eventually time to go. My first solo tour was a wonderful and I will do it again soon.

Today, I was feeling a little nostalgic for the good 'ol US of A and decided to treat myself to a lunch at Eddie Rockets for a hamburger and fries (where British Rock was blaring from the speakers) and then on to the cinema to see an American movie--Letters to Juliet, which ironically took place in Italy most of the time. It was a beautiful day and while I contemplated packing my rain jacket and putting on my tennis shoes, I opted to leave those things at the apartment and donned my cute little purse and sparkly sandals. I entered the movie theatre feeling a little guilty to be spending the afternoon inside, but Dublin did not let me forget where I was--I left the theatre in the middle of a downpour and a temperature drop of twenty degrees. Needless to say, I made a beeline to the first department store for a warm scarf and an umbrella. I should have purchased shoes too, because my toes were holding on to those cute, wet sandals for dear life. After some warm soup, I decided it would be a perfect time to catch you up on my activities.

I have a lot more pictures, so if you want to see more there on some on my FB or I can post more.

Tomorrow it is back to work. I need to locate a hair salon for a desperately needed hair cut. Enjoy your Sunday. Later......

I will update on my solo tour day tomorrow. For now, goodnight!

Surprises

It is only 4:30 in the afternoon and it has already been a great day. First, another beautiful run by the river. I am so glad the I forced myself to roll out of bed for it. Even though it was 6:30am, it is absolutely worth getting up to avoid the crowds. I ran pretty far down today and I hope to make it further next week to see what else is down that way. I am pretty sure that I am heading west, because I would hit the sea going the other way.

I got another awesome surprise walking over the river this morning. A seal was hanging out in the Liffey! I couldn't believe it. Luckily I had my camera and took a picture of him. It is not an ideal picture, but you can make him out okay. I can't tell you when I saw a seal in the wild, I usually observe them behind a plate of glass. I practically skipped the rest of the way to school. Colum had me come up with ideas for the first year student orientation and their International Food Day. I love to have a hand in planning these type of things, so I have been in my element. But today was a short day as Colum nudged me out the door half past noon. Or as the say in Ireland half twelve.

Since it was lunch time, I went ahead and grabbed a sandwhich and headed back over to Merrion Square to eat and read again. Oscar was sitting there as usually and I am getting to the point that I feel like I should give him a high five or a fist pump or something as I pass by. We see each other often and as time goes on I like him more and more. He was a bit of a maverick in life, but genius is often clouted with some adversity and misunderstanding.

As I left the square I ran right into Trinity College's Shakespeare Festival, well a part of it. I knew it was going on this week, but I was uncertain as to where they were taking place. The student's have been doing scene's from Shakespeare's plays all around the city and I was lucky enough to sit in on a scene from Romeo and Juliet: Act I, Scene I. Trinity put a modern spin on it--Juliet was in short denim shorts, a fur lined vest, and fuzzy boots. Romeo was in a windbreaker and jeans. The F word was even used at one time. I would have loved to see Shakespeare in a more traditional sense, but it was entertaining nonetheless.

I went ahead and headed to the National Museum of Ireland- Archaeology. So, so cool.  This is where Ireland houses some of it's oldest and most valuable artifacts. Some dating back to 7000BC. Through reading this you probably know how much I like history, so this was right up my alley. Several school kids were meandering, okay running, around the museum, and in their little uniforms with their little accents, they were so cute. Two boys around my boy's age where deciding what one display was. One of the boy's lied down on it, but quickly got up as I walked by. I think they were fairly surprised when I smiled at them, because they stopped me to ask what the display was used for. I laughed and said that I was pretty sure that was a bench for visitors to sit down and rest on. The boy said (with accent), "Oh, right. Thank you". So cute.

I walked down the river for a little while and did some shopping. I had to get some flats. These girls have it down. Screw the heels, just get some cute flats and you're set. So, I decided to get two pairs at a store that reminds me of Ross stores in the states. Very inexpensive and stuff was everywhere--on the floors, hanging from the rafters.....I feel sorry for those people that close the joint down. What a mess.

Tomorrow, Glendalough and Kilkenny. I will be on the guided tour I booked earlier this week. I am a little nervous about going alone, but I am really excited about getting out of the city. I will let you know how it goes. So, tonight a movie that I rented on iTunes (iTunes should give me a stipend for the shout out) and then an early bed time.

The seal. Middle of the picture. Laying in his back!

Museum

Walking the river and some of the things I see on my run. Two of the above.

Taking Stock

Mom, I am sorry I did not get a chance to blog yesterday...I know you are the one that reads it daily and count on it to know that I am alive. I was actually busy all day yesterday. Aside from my regular day interning, I was invited to go to a play last night. I know! I was invited somewhere. Actually, the faculty member that invited me is a really nice guy and has made the effort to include me in the past. I felt like this time I should return some effort. Initially, I did not know what the play was going to be, but being the researcher that I am, I did a quick search on-line. The play took place at the Gaiety Theatre in Dublin and was an Oscar Wilde play, The Importance of Being Earnest; which is a comedic play. Being that it was an Oscar Wilde play was enough to get me there with bells on--The Picture of Dorian Gray is one of my favorite books, but what solidified my excitement was who was in it. Playing Lady Bracknell was none other than Stockard Channing! You know, Rizzo on Grease. She was fabulous. Look her up on Wikipedia if you are still uncertain of who she is. I have always liked her, so I was thrilled to see her in this play. I was unable to sit with the group at the theatre, since I was a bit of a tag-along, but that did not deter me. I scored an awesome seat right in the middle and fairly close to the stage. I also got to visit with a lovely older couple from New York who had just flew into Dublin that morning. Older couples love younger people who are in school, so they asked about my education and since I am a potential PhD candidate (I am still utterly nervous about that) and interning abroad--they lit up with questions. Anyway, the play was awesome and was actually funny, so I had a good time. Such a good time that I booked Robert and I tickets to see River Dance the day after he arrives.

I managed to get up early and go for a run on the river. I love running down the Liffey--it is more aesthetically pleasing than my other route to the park a mile or so away. Other than the occasional F*** and other slanderous remarks smeared on some of the railings by the river, it was a lovely run. I mean, my whole life can't be poetry, can it?

I went back over to Merrion Square to read after I had lunch today. Almost everyday I walk by the statue of Oscar Wilde as he looks onto his childhood home across the street. Yes, part of American College Dublin (which is the Dublin affiliate of IAU), is in Mr. Wilde's childhood home. Have I mentioned that? Bonus. When I first arrived, I was able to take a brief, private tour of the house. Which was phenomenal. Back to today: It never fails, there are always tourists that climb up by him and have their picture taken and I realized that I did not have my own picture of him. So, I posted a picture below so you can see what I do almost everyday.

Today, as I walked back , I made a conscious effort to take in what I was seeing. I have been walking lately with my eyes locked ahead. I get to walk over that river everyday, I walk by the Custom House and the Famine Memorial. I can describe the Famine Memorial in one word: haunting. The memorial depicts life sized people walking down the quays toward emigration ships in order to escape sickness and starvation that gripped Ireland in the mid part of the 19th century due to a potato blight. The one individual who is carrying, what I assume is his own child over his shoulders makes my heart hurt. It is arguable one of the most moving things I have ever seen, in person, on TV or other virtual means. If you ever go to Dublin, make an effort to see it. I realize that some of those that read this may roll their eyes at my descriptions, but if you are ever offered the opportunity to travel, make an effort to record what you are seeing and feeling because your memory is so random. For all the things I remember, I can only imagine those things that disappear. 

The sun is finally showing its face this afternoon and it is suppose to be clear tomorrow. I will be a happy girl.

I will update you later today! I was actually too busy to blog last light. Can you imagine?

Day 4 of No Sun

Rain, rain go away. I am going on day four of not seeing the sun. I didn't believe the hype on the rainy Irish weather...until today. I walked to the school with my umbrella, slacks rolled up and my hair in a frizzy and untamed bun on top of my head. I have to master the art of carrying an umbrella-I think I stabbed a couple of people with the ends of it and I know for a fact that I ran into a couple of lamp posts with it.

I got to start a new project today! I am really excited about it. Colum would like to instill some policies for activity launching by the Student Union. When I get on a roll, I have a hard time tapping the breaks. I sure I interrupted Colum's work several times with my "grand" ideas. I also have tendency to go on overdrive with details, so I hope that I help rather than hinder Colum's plans. I did let him know that I can focus my energies elsewhere if he thinks I am a run-away train full of unattainable goals. But he gave me the thumbs up--so all systems go.

I didn't do anything cool after I left the school. I had tunnel vision--I had to get a run in. I slept in today due to the rain and as I was walking to school, there was a girl out for a run down by the river. Yes, in the rain. My conscious immediately began berating me for not getting off my rear and getting it in early. So, I walked into the apartment around 3:30 and was pounding the pavement by 3:41. I found that running from oncoming traffic has really helped increase my speed. Either that, or the park that I run to is getting closer. I am inclined to believe the former. I am excited that despite not having the convenience of my usual route at home and the Wellness Center two minutes away, I am still able in maintain some routines from home. Old habits die hard, I suppose.

Robert has been counting down the days and we have 18 to go until he get here. I am ready to have a few drinks with him at a pub and listen to some live music. I am almost at the point of going to grab a drink alone, but I am not that brave--and by brave I mean I am not ready to answer to the Garda (Ireland's equivalent of the US police) when Mom calls them to look for me. I certainly wouldn't put it passed her. :)

The week is essentially half over which means I have been here for 3 and 1/2 weeks. This time next week will mark the half-way point of my Ireland experience. It will certainly be a bittersweet benchmark.

Bank Holiday

As expected, today did not prove to be very exciting. Did I get the chores done? Yes. But, the most eventful thing today was walking down to the grocery store...in the rain. I do find that I am getting excited about getting to the school during the week. As I have mentioned, I am working on revamping the Study Abroad Student Handbook and the Pre-Departure Guide, which consists of cleaning it up and ensuring that everything is up to date. Granted, much of it is retyping and adjusting information that already exists within the old handbooks, but I have always found some comfort in monotonous tasks (I can stuff envelopes like a champ). I should wrap these two projects up by week's end. I am looking forward to the next task Colum has in store. I will keep you posted.

I clearly should not be left to my own devices as I took the plunge and booked a day tour for Saturday. Like every other experience here thus far, it ends with.....in my life. So yes, Saturday will be the first tour I have taken alone----in my life (in fact, just end most sentences with that statement). Like I told Robert, I feel like I have pushed myself into the water and said...okay, swim. I know it may be difficult for some of you to appreciate how different this is for me, but trust me, if my own sister calls Robert first when she wants to get a hold of me--I have a serious social handicap. Slowly, but surely I am overcoming this hurdle. I suppose when you have had someone to ease the burden of solitude and aids in planning any or all events, it is easy to become dependent or maybe...lazy when taking initiative in matters in which other people are involved. You can give my a syllabus for an entire semester in January and I'll have it done by March, but try and get me to plan a get away and I'm useless.

Since I have started this blog, I have received some very nice comments on here and through Facebook. I wanted to thank everyone again for their comments. I have appreciated each of them and I may have given up this blog up days ago if it weren't for those that are reading it. A little update on the home front: Robert is less than three weeks out from getting here and we are both really excited. I have been sending the kids letters regularly and both of them seem quite a peace with me being gone. Almost too at peace for my taste, but I am grateful this doesn't seem to be affecting them. I do recognize that I have a wonderful family (my in-laws are too wonderful for words) and a big reason the kids have maintained some normality is because of them. I am sad to report the Rob's Uncle Whiskey passed this week and although I did not know him well, he was a nice man and I truly sorry for the loss. Please pray for RC, because two funerals in the course of three weeks is a bit much. He is not affected, but kind thoughts don't hurt.

That is all from me for today, if you have any update from the states...please share. I would love to hear it!

Rain in Ireland?

Today was my first dose of real Irish weather--wet. Being an astute preparer much of the time, all I had to do was bust out the rain jacket, throw up the hood and I was fine. Under normal circumstances I would probably be bitching and moaning, but surprisingly, it didn't bother me. I even allowed for my pants to drag in the puddles, seriously--what could I do? It was an early day at the airport so that we could make sure the study abroad kids got to their accommodations safely. This bunch is a confident one. I think they are going to adjust to Ireland just fine. I wonder if they really know how great they have it. By the end of the afternoon together, they were itching to hit the pubs. I have been their age once and I hope they do not spend most their time here plagued with a hang-over. I know that my universe, fate, and God (you know, the ones that give me sunshine and give signs to buy fabulous bracelets) knew me all to well, so I was granted years and some wisdom before I could travel. Even though, I do still appreciate good friends and a cold beer.

Tomorrow is chore day for me. Grocery shopping, laundry, cleaning, you know--real fun. I need to write some letters and work on my intern journal. So, I may have to skip a day of offering my pearls of wisdom. We shall see. But rest assured that I will touch base with you on Tuesday if tomorrow shows to be unproductive.  Tráthnóna (which means good evening in Irish if Google is correct).

Free Day

My first day without a plan went well. I woke up ate breakfast then promptly went back to bed. I slept later than I have in.........well, since my sweet boy came along. I decided to walk down to Grafton Street and do some shopping. Just a couple of necessities, of course. There were several performers on the street during the weekend. One guy was playing Yellow Submarine on a harmonica. Think about how that song goes--several syllables in staccato nonetheless. It took some practice to master that tune...on a harmonica. I had not wondered through St. Stephen's Green since I have been here, so I decided to walk around the park for a bit. There are pictures below. As with everything else here--it was beautiful. Again, I took an alternative route to the apartment so that I could walk through the festival down by the river. It was very festive. Live music, crafts, food, the whole bit.

I decided to come back to the apartment to get rid of my bags and take a load off. I have a case of plantar fasciites that is flaring up, making extensive bouts of walking somewhat painful. I watched a movie during my break, then headed back down to the river to watch that swim. Now, I love a good swim, but there is no way in hell that I would have stripped down to my skivvies and gotten in that water. The clouds had rolled in and coupled with a cool breeze coming up the river--it was freezing. I stood on the Sean O'Casey bridge with the other spectators and watched as the participants swam under the bridge. I did not stay as long as I wanted because there were some ominous looking clouds that loomed in the distance and I was not going to be caught in my first Irish downpour. Especially since I opted to leave my backpack at that apartment--the one with my rain gear. Therefore I walked back through the festival and started heading back. I got a little lonely on the walk back, since everyone I passed had a companion. I was missing home. I am in this beautiful country in this amazing city and in the last week I have been doing everything alone. Don't get me wrong it HAS been amazing, but when I am dying to turn and comment on the weather or the great museum, there is no one there. Sometimes I get so enamoured with my 4.0, my resume, and experiences I forget that it would all be for nothing I didn't have anyone to share it with; ask Rob, I have a tendeny to worry and/or overreact at times. I don't forget it often (becaue I am sure some may read into my random thoughts), but I certainly won't after spending a month in Ireland without my peeps (that means--my people). When we first began to plan this trip Rob and the kids were suppose to come for six weeks, but as time went on, it was evident that it was not going to happen the way we had envisioned. Through this blog I definitely have become acutely aware of my emotional barometer. I go back and forth with my feelings. Bottom line--I am having a great time, it is spectacular here, but I am super stoked about getting my family here as well.

Well, it is time for bed. Tomorrow is another airport day to help fetch kids--beginning at 6:30am. Which means I will be up around 5am. Goodnight from Ireland.

Acclimating

Another successful day. I left the school at little after 3pm today and headed over to the Museum of Natural History. I walked right into the deafening sounds of children. They were everywhere. It was fabulous. The museum houses several different species of animals. They were magnificent. I can see how the kids were so entertained in there. You can't really appreciate the grandeur of those animals until you get up close and personal with them; their stuffed versions, of course. I have three words: Giant Irish Deer: amazing. Google it. Oh, and Fin Whale = Huge. Google that too. This will definitely be a stop when my Bug and Boop get here. I am not sure it will be on the agenda for RC as there is a large and impressive crustacean exhibit and I afraid it will just make him hungry and he will drag me to find a seafood restaurant. You know how much I LOVE seafood. With the kids, I am certain any ulterior motive Rob may have will be squelched by our willful and wonderful children.

I decided to take the long way back to the apartment. It was too gorgeous of a day to waste. I stopped by some shops on the way. Don't worry RC, my mantra of "be sensible, be sane" as I walked into the cute little shops worked--I made it back empty handed. I am saving it for when you get here. I was completely comfortable walking back and I realized that one of my fears may come true: that I will truly miss Dublin when it comes time to leave. I am getting acclimated to everything here and with my three dears coming in few weeks, it will only get better. The good news? I passed, like 12 McDonald's and didn't stop once.

So, tomorrow is Saturday--my first full day with an open itinerary. The first thing I'm going to treat myself to? A morning devoid of alarm clocks. I have not slept in once since I have gotten here. But, I do plan on getting out some tomorrow. There are things going on here and I am going to see what I can find. If I read correctly, there is a competitive swim going on in the Liffey tomorrow and I want to go see. Along with history, art, and architecture...I appreciate great athleticism.

Until tomorrow.......