24 July 2010

One last day...

Lovely Galway, looking down past the Spanish Arch and toward the mouth of the River Corrib.

Looking up river, and over towards the square by the Spanish Arch.

The beach at Salthill.
Salthill is a small resort town of sorts, along the coast past Galway.

The water was actually much warmer than I expected--I think it's warmer than Pismo Beach, ironically!

Lauren Bergin and Lauren Nofi in the Townhouse Bar...It's decorated like a house, which is really cool, in my opinion!

Caitie and Megan...two of our Texas girls!

There are many more things I wish I could have done or seen while in Ireland. But I'm so thankful I got to go and experience all the crazy and wonderful things that I did experience with my fellow API students! I just finished reading My Ántonia, by Willa Cather, and I think a quote from the end of it sums up my thoughts: "Whatever we had missed, we possessed together the precious, the incommunicable past." So much about Ireland (as with any place we visit and have time to experience as it genuinely is) really must be received by osmosis, and can't be transmitted by words or pictures. It's definitely an experience I hope many of you all can share one day!

23 July 2010

Things I'll Miss About Ireland

1. The Accent...everything just sounds so much cooler with an Irish brogue.

2. The Food...bakery goods, hearty pub food, Murphy's ice cream (no, I'm not obsessed...quite)

3. Shop Street (and the Spanish Arch)...no matter when you walk down Shop Street in Galway, there's always something interesting to see or do, whether it's listening to live music, window shopping, people watching, or...

4. The Pubs...you meet so many fun / interesting people, and there is often excellent live music as well as plenty of drink

5. The Landscape...even though you pay the price of lots of rain, the green is lovely, as are the random castles dotting the landscape periodically, the stone walls, the quaint towns

6. The People...
...And so much more. It's been a great five weeks, and I wouldn't trade it for any price :)

When's the next flight to Shannon?

21 July 2010

Óró, Sé do Bheatha 'Bhaile

The last week has been packed pretty full, as we wrote papers, prepped for finals...actually, the finals got a little bit sidelined in my case, as Caitie and I chose to spend an extra night in Dublin on the spur of the moment, braving the big city without the rest of our group to protect us ;)

But first, here are a few pictures from our picnic at the Spanish Arch / girl's night out!

Caitie, Lauren, and Megan. Notice the Bulmer's cider we're holding (I highly recommend it). What I don't recommend doing is drinking it in a public place. We'd seen lots of other people drinking there before, so we figured there was no law prohibiting it, until two of the Guarda (the police) came up and told us we weren't supposed to drink in public. We like to refer to this as the night we almost got arrested, even though the two Guardaí were super chill and even told us we could finish our drinks before moving on ;)
Yes, I did drink a Guinness, albeit a girl's pint.

"Cute and cuddly, boys. Cute and cuddly."
Trinity College.

St. Patrick's Cathedral
Christ Church
And again...
Caitie and I before a night on the town. This was my first time in a real hostel...Nothing to write home about as far as amenities, but everyone in our room was fairly quiet--even when coming in at 3 or 4 am.

The Wicklow Mountains...
The purple is heather




Our two-person room that we got when we decided to stay the extra night (I'd definitely recommend The Four Courts Hostel).
Ha'penny Bridge
Caitie, looking like she just stepped out of "Singing In the Rain."
The Temple Bar itself, which lies within the larger Temple Bar district.


In case you're wondering, the words from the post title (in Irish, in case you didn't guess) mean welcome home. The poem they belong to, adapted from an old Jacobite song by Pádraig Pearse in the early 1900's, is not about just any homecoming. It was a nationalist song, welcoming Ireland (represented by a woman) home and looking forward to a time when Ireland would be free of her oppressors. I find the immediacy of Irish nationalist history very fascinating. Their War of Independence and Civil War took place from 1919 into the 1920's, and the violence in the North has only been somewhat resolved for the past ten years. So this song has a much deeper resonance for many people than a song about America's Revolutionary War would have for us today.

13 July 2010

Magic still exists in Ireland!

Actually, this is less about magic, and more about hot water. For weeks now, it's been touch and go whenever you take a shower at the apartment. Usually, if you're not the first one in, you're lucky to get sort-of-warm water. If you are first, you still may not get much hot water. I thought about asking maintenance or someone else about it, but failed to get up the courage or whatever it was I needed. Besides, aren't cold showers good for you, or something? [chatter, chatter]

Then tonight, as we were watching TV, the topic came up and I asked Annie and Catherine (our API friends from a few doors down) if they ever had cold showers. Come to find out, there's a way to fix our problem. You go to this little panel, and set the dial to the time you want to take a shower at (it's like army time though, so 23 = 11pm). Then, you set the timer for how long you want to take a shower. THEN, you start the water flow by pressing this little button (I did figure this part out before!), and give two yanks to this cord hanging out of the ceiling. I'm not even kidding! Then you say a prayer to the hot water gods...okay, maybe I skipped that part. Anyway, I am hopeful that our days of bracing cold showers are coming to a close...as should this post :)

11 July 2010

Of traveling, rain, music, and ice cream

Mom, Joey, and I met up with Paddy, a distant family connection of ours, who is from Achill Island. He was a sweetheart, and took us all over to see various sights. On the way up to the island, he showed us this picturesque old church and cemetery near an inlet of the sea.


A view of the island.
Spectacular cliffs...and winding roads along them!
The castle of Gráinne Mhaol, a legendary female pirate of the 16th-17th c.

Paddy and his wife Mary showed us boundless hospitality (complete with tea and biscuits) for our short stay there.
After getting back from Achill, I had a couple of hours to prepare for my next trip, this time down to to Dingle with NUI. Along the way we stopped at Bunratty Castle. As may be noted from the umbrellas and other rain gear, this was a wet day. You may notice a trend on this trip...

Once we got to Dingle, we found our way to Murphy's Pub, where we got some hearty food to fill up our empty stomachs, and plenty of good music from this musical group, called Dreams of Freedom.
Sam requested "Galway Girl," which they very kindly sang for us!

On Saturday we visited some examples of the beehive huts. The one above was built later, to reflect how the earlier ones would look if still complete.

On our way down to the beach.

Gorgeous beach. Yes, there were surfers in the water. And yes, some people from our group were brave enough to go in. I put my feet in--it was cold.

The Gallarus Oratory. A very old church. I have to admit that we had trouble being thrilled about these kinds of sites when it was very wet and cold out.
A Romanesque church and monastic site.
A stone inside the church, with the alphabet inscribed along the side.
A view of Dingle today, which was, I'll admit, slightly more sunny and less rainy--thank goodness! The things I liked best about Dingle were probably the ice cream (Bailey's and Dark Chocolate) at a place called Murphy's--not the pub--and listening to the music of Dreams of Freedom (we heard them again last night, when they played at The Dingle Pub, and they played "Galway Girl" again especially for us!).



Well, I took a stroll on the old long walk
Of a day -I-ay-I-ay
I met a little girl and we stopped to talk
Of a fine soft day -I-ay-I-ay
And I ask you, friend, what's a fella to do
'Cause her hair was black and her eyes were blue
And I knew right then I'd be takin' a whirl
'Round the Salthill Prom with a Galway girl...
~ "The Galway Girl," Steve Earle