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Yesterday
I woke up at like 7 in the morning and Cassie and Chris were still sleeping. Headed downstairs to the kitchen and drank lots of tea and read my book. Two random young men came and and began speaking to each other in broken English and I moved over there to share the ashtray with them. Turned out they were Peter and Gabriel from Poland and Italy respectively and both worked together in Dublin and were taking a little road trip over the easter holiday. Had fantastic, lovely conversation with them all morning and they were completely un-creepy and did not hit on me at all, which is about usual for the entire trip but was refreshing and comforting after creepy stoned guy the other night.
We had a fantastic, incredibly huge, cheap breakfast, came here to check email, and then went over to Eyre Square for the Easter 1916 memorial services. We listened to the Sinn Féin speaker and I left with a lot to think about, but nothing I'm ready to talk about yet. Then we randomly saw Cody walking down the street and it turned out himself, Mary, and Zane are in town until tomorrow. We made plans to meet up with them later and went back to the hostel to just chill and eat and read for a while. I took a wee nap and then Alisha called and said that she and Eva were in Galway and would like to meet us. They showed up at 8:30 and forced me out of bed, the bastards. I'm glad they did because when we stopped by the Crane (pub we were at last night) to see if I'd left my guidebook there, Cody, Chris, and Zane were there with my book, and the creepy guy was not.
I had a lovely evening and talked to a gentleman, one of the musicians playing that evening, whose good friend owns two Irish music pubs in Seattle, The Galway Arms and the other famous one. He told me to drop his name, though I unfortuantely forgot his name, and said I'd have an introduction and the man would give me a gig if I could sing. Not that I can, but it was a nice thing. I'd like to have stayed to talk to him after the session but we had to leave early because I was just completely exhausted. I swear I managed to get drunk on tea and diet coke, I was that tired.
But before I left I talked again to Patrick Finnigan, a grumpy old man who says he is a poet in Irish and English. He was drunk of course, and he spits a lot when he speaks, but has wonderful stories and a lovely way of speaking.
This afternoon we're going to Burren and the Cliffs of Moher, then tomorrow and the next day the Aran Islands and Connemara, though I'm not sure which on what day yet. We have a hostel booked for Dublin and I can't wait for the class portion of this trip to start. I'm about ready for someone else to provide my structure again.
I woke up at like 7 in the morning and Cassie and Chris were still sleeping. Headed downstairs to the kitchen and drank lots of tea and read my book. Two random young men came and and began speaking to each other in broken English and I moved over there to share the ashtray with them. Turned out they were Peter and Gabriel from Poland and Italy respectively and both worked together in Dublin and were taking a little road trip over the easter holiday. Had fantastic, lovely conversation with them all morning and they were completely un-creepy and did not hit on me at all, which is about usual for the entire trip but was refreshing and comforting after creepy stoned guy the other night.
We had a fantastic, incredibly huge, cheap breakfast, came here to check email, and then went over to Eyre Square for the Easter 1916 memorial services. We listened to the Sinn Féin speaker and I left with a lot to think about, but nothing I'm ready to talk about yet. Then we randomly saw Cody walking down the street and it turned out himself, Mary, and Zane are in town until tomorrow. We made plans to meet up with them later and went back to the hostel to just chill and eat and read for a while. I took a wee nap and then Alisha called and said that she and Eva were in Galway and would like to meet us. They showed up at 8:30 and forced me out of bed, the bastards. I'm glad they did because when we stopped by the Crane (pub we were at last night) to see if I'd left my guidebook there, Cody, Chris, and Zane were there with my book, and the creepy guy was not.
I had a lovely evening and talked to a gentleman, one of the musicians playing that evening, whose good friend owns two Irish music pubs in Seattle, The Galway Arms and the other famous one. He told me to drop his name, though I unfortuantely forgot his name, and said I'd have an introduction and the man would give me a gig if I could sing. Not that I can, but it was a nice thing. I'd like to have stayed to talk to him after the session but we had to leave early because I was just completely exhausted. I swear I managed to get drunk on tea and diet coke, I was that tired.
But before I left I talked again to Patrick Finnigan, a grumpy old man who says he is a poet in Irish and English. He was drunk of course, and he spits a lot when he speaks, but has wonderful stories and a lovely way of speaking.
This afternoon we're going to Burren and the Cliffs of Moher, then tomorrow and the next day the Aran Islands and Connemara, though I'm not sure which on what day yet. We have a hostel booked for Dublin and I can't wait for the class portion of this trip to start. I'm about ready for someone else to provide my structure again.