Sunday, September 27, 2009
We woke up to go to the 11:30 service at the combined Presbyterian and Methodist church. I have never heard a congregation more off key and tone deaf in my life. Even though it wasn’t a pleasant noise, it was still a joyful noise. Not a single person was angry or perturbed at the lack of harmony. It was more of a homely church compared to the cathedrals we’ve been to here. Most of the congregations here are mixed, but this one consisted primarily of Africans. The place was packed. They had a baptism going on, which was very moving. It was done just like the ones I’ve seen at my church in Gastonia, but it was a Kenyan family so after the formalities they had traditional Kenyan music sung by the women. It was really cool to see. Sadly, the service was lasting much longer than 12:30, so we had to leave before the sermon.
However, I did enjoy the reading of Mark 11: 12. At first I was not pleased with it. I was frustrated with the words of the Bible offering an unpleasant picture of Jesus and no explanation. I left the Book open in my lap and continued to think about it. Sometimes I feel like the Bible, while the Word of God, is too often the source of confusion and conflict. Sometimes I feel it would be better to resolve to rely strictly on faith and feeling than interpretation of the Word. Then I read further through verse 25. The explanation was given in the form of a parable; one I had not ever remembered hearing. I laughed and thanked the Lord for His resolution in my conflict with the chapter. It was almost like His way of letting me think through the meaning instead of just reading through it.
I ate a mini calzone before hitting the misty wet streets of Galway in promotion of Eddie Rockets. Today was the worst weather day so far, but it never fully rained, which I was grateful for.
I saw three dogs today creating quite a spectacle. They were chained to each other (nothing else) and waiting outside of a bookshop for their master. The smallest was a white and tan Jack Russell, the medium sized dog was a black and white Collie of some sort, and the extra large dog was a gray Irish Wolfhound. He was HUGE – about the size of a thin pony. Their personalities differed as well. I of course spent time lingering around the bookstore for as long as I could. The wolfhound’s loyalty to his master worked well in keeping the other two (chained to him) in the same place. The wolfhound had a gorgeous face like Frisbee’s, but it was very solemn. He seemed to have all the wisdom of the world contained inside him. He stayed poised with paws crossed at the entrance of the door at all times, but never going in. He received petting in a friendly way, but never took his eyes off the spot he last saw his master. The medium sized dog was content to sit beside the wolfhound. He seemed to care less about human attention and more interested in watching everything going on. The Jack Russell was the friendliest, demanding attention from every passerby. His leash was his shackles. Had he been able to pull the weight of the other two holding him back to wander amongst the crowd (but not straying too far) I’m certain he would have. The three began to attract quite a crowd photographing their cuteness. The wolfhound was becoming impatient at his master’s absence and stood up to poke his head inside the door, but he never stepped over the threshold. It was as if invisible fencing (same as his master’s command to him) was preventing him. Finally, the man came out and all three bounced up with energy and devotion. I hope one day I can have that kind of relationship with a dog.
I also saw the opposite level of respect in behavior today. The punk children of Ireland seem to be more numerous than I’ve encountered elsewhere, but I also do not have contact with too many teenagers anymore at home. Punk is defined in two ways: the style of clothing, haircuts and attitude as well as behavior. Many of them would have their “ears boxed” back in the day. After walking around for 6 hours, my nerves with them are limited. Some aren’t so bad, but others are worse and they are our primary demographic to target. Today a group of them set fire to a hat in the square where they also placed an aerosol can. Zach and I were walking by the spectacle when I mentioned it was likely to explode. I wanted to watch at a safe distance (I admit I find some of their antics amusing, but not how some of them address others). Sure enough the thing exploded with a loud bang. As far as I know the square has not burned down yet.
When we took our break today I ordered a hot chocolate and a Cesar salad with marinated grilled chicken. Healthiest thing so far except the bottom was swimming in dressing, so I avoided a few soaked leaves.
The last half of the shift seemed to drag on forever, but when it was finally complete I ran back to the apartment to get my camera. I wanted to take pictures of the store windows and some of the crazy fashions they advertise.
Zach and I went to No Banjo’s last performance tonight. We picked up Monica who had baked some cookies today. After giving up smoking and candy, she has taken to baking to fulfill any kind of urges. I like that idea very much. Not only do I get tasty treats, but I get recipes!!
We saw Katelyn and Hilary who were over from the island for supply stocking and a night on the town. We also saw Marta and Demelsa who stood with us for awhile. The place was packed and No Banjo gave an amazing performance that lasted a hour longer than normal. I was sooo tired. I found a stool to sit down on for a little bit, but I wanted to stay for the end of the performance. It kept going and going. They opened a champagne bottle on the crowd (I avoided it) and destroyed a banjo on stage (hence: no banjo). Sadly, some idiot stole a harmonica and hat from the musicians off stage when the show was over. I hope it gets returned. I actually took something as well, but it was a poster from the bar advertising for No Banjo. It was paper, there were lots of them and I felt justified…kind of. It’s hanging on my wall now!
Tuesday, September 29, 2009
Bread Makers
Saturday, September 26, 2009
This morning I received a call from the GSPCA (like the ASPCA for animals). They needed me to be a foster parent for the weekend till Monday afternoon. I was so excited. They actually called me. I had left my contact info to help out if they needed temporary housing for a pooch. They said it would usually be no more than a few days. This one was a Yorkie. I told them I was leaving for Cork on Monday morning and I was working till 7, but if they really needed me I could try my best to take her till Sunday night. They said they would call back and let me know.
Work was about the same as last weekend. Nothing too special. I meet a few guys who said they were from Bulgaria, California and Florida working on a ship that had pulled into the harbor. They were headed to America next, everyone except the Bulgarian who was not allowed to enter the US for visa reasons. Not exactly sure why, but that’s what they said. They were nice, and I saw them eating at Eddie Rockets later. I still feel like a pest sometimes, but too bad. I need money.
When we took our break I called the GSPCA and they said they found someone to take the dog, but they’d call again if something else came up. I was sad I did not get to keep the dog, but relieved at the same time I wouldn’t have to juggle a bunch of schedules. I had the club sandwich on wheat bread (trying to eat healthier at work). It was really good. I added a side of onion rings (not healthy!), which turned out to be 6 huge rings. I finished off 4 of them and Zach ate one, but the last one was left alone. However, I did polish off the four sections of the double decker sandwich.
Monica called right when I got off work. She was baking bread and wanted me to come over and help. I told her I’d be there within the hour. Zach and I ran into Roberto, Demi, and Marta again. They were headed out and told us to call when we got off work. The company was enticing, but I really didn’t want to do anything but sit in a quite place.
After regrouping for a little bit I walked over to Monica’s apartment. Her hands were covered to her wrists in dough. I helped her pour in more flour and oats while she kneaded the dough till the consistency was just right. I was so excited to be learning how to make bread. I’d always wanted to, but never taken the time.
We let the dough rise for about 30 minutes while we cleared off the dining room table- perfect for rolling the dough out. It was big enough and had glass top so it would be easy to clean. She had prepared a stuffing of ham, tomato, onion and cheese to go inside for a calzone-like roll. The recipe was her Uncle’s who is a chef in Norway.
I had so much fun molding the dough to shapes of semi-perfection, ok well not really perfect at all, but it was fun. We saved half for just plain rolls and she showed me the technique for a perfect roll. I even took three strands of dough and braided them to make fancy looking artisan bread that baked beautifully.
We took turns pulling pans of bread out of the oven while watching episodes of Extras, a British comedy with Ricky Gervais. When the last pan was done it was getting late, so I said goodbye and was sent off with a bag of bread to take home.
I’m so glad that I was able to find someone like Monica who seems to be just what I needed in Ireland
This morning I received a call from the GSPCA (like the ASPCA for animals). They needed me to be a foster parent for the weekend till Monday afternoon. I was so excited. They actually called me. I had left my contact info to help out if they needed temporary housing for a pooch. They said it would usually be no more than a few days. This one was a Yorkie. I told them I was leaving for Cork on Monday morning and I was working till 7, but if they really needed me I could try my best to take her till Sunday night. They said they would call back and let me know.
Work was about the same as last weekend. Nothing too special. I meet a few guys who said they were from Bulgaria, California and Florida working on a ship that had pulled into the harbor. They were headed to America next, everyone except the Bulgarian who was not allowed to enter the US for visa reasons. Not exactly sure why, but that’s what they said. They were nice, and I saw them eating at Eddie Rockets later. I still feel like a pest sometimes, but too bad. I need money.
When we took our break I called the GSPCA and they said they found someone to take the dog, but they’d call again if something else came up. I was sad I did not get to keep the dog, but relieved at the same time I wouldn’t have to juggle a bunch of schedules. I had the club sandwich on wheat bread (trying to eat healthier at work). It was really good. I added a side of onion rings (not healthy!), which turned out to be 6 huge rings. I finished off 4 of them and Zach ate one, but the last one was left alone. However, I did polish off the four sections of the double decker sandwich.
Monica called right when I got off work. She was baking bread and wanted me to come over and help. I told her I’d be there within the hour. Zach and I ran into Roberto, Demi, and Marta again. They were headed out and told us to call when we got off work. The company was enticing, but I really didn’t want to do anything but sit in a quite place.
After regrouping for a little bit I walked over to Monica’s apartment. Her hands were covered to her wrists in dough. I helped her pour in more flour and oats while she kneaded the dough till the consistency was just right. I was so excited to be learning how to make bread. I’d always wanted to, but never taken the time.
We let the dough rise for about 30 minutes while we cleared off the dining room table- perfect for rolling the dough out. It was big enough and had glass top so it would be easy to clean. She had prepared a stuffing of ham, tomato, onion and cheese to go inside for a calzone-like roll. The recipe was her Uncle’s who is a chef in Norway.
I had so much fun molding the dough to shapes of semi-perfection, ok well not really perfect at all, but it was fun. We saved half for just plain rolls and she showed me the technique for a perfect roll. I even took three strands of dough and braided them to make fancy looking artisan bread that baked beautifully.
We took turns pulling pans of bread out of the oven while watching episodes of Extras, a British comedy with Ricky Gervais. When the last pan was done it was getting late, so I said goodbye and was sent off with a bag of bread to take home.
I’m so glad that I was able to find someone like Monica who seems to be just what I needed in Ireland
Saturday, September 26, 2009
Rugby and Eddie Rockets
Friday, September 25, 2009
Today I went around running some errands and keeping busy just like I like. I’ve decided to pick sketching back up in addition to cooking, reading and photography. I purchased a medium sized sketch book that I can take with me on excursions. I would have preferred the larger portfolio, but it was too big to fit in my book bag. I bit the bullet and purchased a charcoal kit. I prefer charcoal to graphite even though it is much messier. I like the process of smearing lines with my fingers. It blends black and white so that it’s not so structured. I feel like I’m the same way with my cooking - make the mess to get it done then clean it up. I could have bought sticks charcoal separate for 6 Euro and then the super cool smudge pencil. It is called a tortillon, and it aids in the blending process. It was 2 Euro by itself, or included in the 9 Euro package. The package came with compressed charcoal as well as charcoal pencils. I have the compressed charcoal at home, so the pencils will make a nice addition. I can’t wait to get started on it with my trip to Cork next week.
The Kesters sent us an e-mail asking if we would want to spend a week with them out at their beach house in Connemara. They have rented a cottage for the week and Mr. Kester comes back on Fridays to teach a class in the evenings before returning to the cottage about 2 hours away. He said we could catch the bus out to Cliffden and they would pick us up then we could ride back to Galway on Friday morning with Mr. Kester. Gosh, they are so nice! I’m so glad I went up to introduce myself at the lecture. Since we had made arrangements to go to Cork next week, it would have to be the week after and I hope they are available.
Zach and I paid a visit to Teresa today for weekly rent. I gave her two pieces of the Chocolate picnic cake and she handed us the ESP (electricity) bill that had arrived. We took it to calculate how much of the last two months was the 10 days we had used it. Once we figured that out I went back downstairs to give her the 20 Euro (a euro a day per person). She was typing on her phone and explained to me she was trying to text me that the cake was fabulous! She had already eaten one piece and was trying to keep from eating the second. She had an expression of amazement on her face. I laughed and said thank you, but the recipe is my grandmother’s so I’ll have to tell her how much you enjoyed it. She couldn’t stop singing its praises. When I handed her the bill and money, so exclaimed, “20 Euro, Oh, I’ll get that. It’s not much, don’t worry about it”. I insisted she take the money, but she wouldn’t have it. She kept talking about the cake and listed the sweets she’d had the last week and we conversed about the wonderfulness of sugar till she had a few customers line up and I said goodbye. We saved 20 Euro with the help of that cake!
I recieved a call from John at Eddie Rockets about working tonight from 7:30-10 at the Rugby match going on in Galway. I was unaware of the match even happening, which disappointed me, but Zach and I were happy for the extra hours. For some reason John always texts me (occasionally calls), but never Zach. Even when I don’t respond right away he waits. He doesn’t try Zach. It’s kind of weird. That and the fact he texts. I always thought of texts as more informal and between friends. We were to patrol the entrance on both sides then go over to the second location of Eddie Rockets not far from the stadium where there was a cinema (different from the one we have been to). We were to stamp people going in or out of the movies. The response to people arriving at the rugby match was not good since they were all in a hurry. I felt like a bother and it disappointed me a bit. When we got the cinema no one was there. We checked in at Eddie Rockets and they said to have a meal and wait to go back to the arena, being at the cinemas would be pointless. Wow, another meal. I love this job. Regretfully, Zach and I had already eaten. I made Croque Monsieurs (Monte Cristo) for dinner as well as a salad and some leftover pasta. I didn’t want to go to the store, so I thought I had everything for the croquet monsieurs, but we were out of butter and had no syrup. I improvised with cooking oil and salt in place of butter. I mixed up some eggs with milk, sugar and vanilla (more than usual since we had no syrup). I soaked loaf bread in the mixture and cooked it in a frying pan with the oil and salt. I added some slightly cooked deli ham and cream cheese to the French toast. I did have powdered sugar (the real kind this time) to add to the sandwich as well. It turned out to be rather yummy. I also added a little brie cheese. I’ve made them with cheddar cheese, but I liked this cheese mixture better. Swiss is another option.
So anyway, both of us were full, but willing to eat some free food. I ordered some chicken fingers and a coke. I should have just gotten water, but I wanted to seize the opportunity for free food. I was so full after that, but the picture of the milkshake was still tempting me. I’m a fat kid in disguise, but I’m beginning to feel like I might actually have to consciously diet for the first time. NO picking up pastries -- limited to one sweet a day kind of thing. Part of my errands had included studying the London guide book before turning it back to the library, so I went to Amnesty and had a slice of carrot cake with my 20% discount while I mapped out London in my notebook. The carrot cake was actually kind of dry, but I enjoyed my time sitting on the couch there studying about London. It made me really excited to go now (in 3 weeks).
We left Eddie Rockets a little early to give up our table since it was getting crowded. We actually got to see the last 15 minutes of the Rugby match. In those few minutes I saw a guy get punched in the face and another one trampled. I’d always heard it is a brutal sport, but it really is. The home team lost by a lot. It was pretty bad. 6:25 I think. The atmosphere reminded me of high school football games. It made me miss them a lot. I miss Carolina football, but there is just something about a high school football game (at least when I was in high school – probably not as fun as an alumni) that provides more of a homey feel. It was a little different with the colorful language spouting out of the mouths of 5th graders (or whereabouts). F-in is a common phrase of many an Irishman including their children. I’m pretty sure it doesn’t carry the same weight over here as it does in the states.
Today I went around running some errands and keeping busy just like I like. I’ve decided to pick sketching back up in addition to cooking, reading and photography. I purchased a medium sized sketch book that I can take with me on excursions. I would have preferred the larger portfolio, but it was too big to fit in my book bag. I bit the bullet and purchased a charcoal kit. I prefer charcoal to graphite even though it is much messier. I like the process of smearing lines with my fingers. It blends black and white so that it’s not so structured. I feel like I’m the same way with my cooking - make the mess to get it done then clean it up. I could have bought sticks charcoal separate for 6 Euro and then the super cool smudge pencil. It is called a tortillon, and it aids in the blending process. It was 2 Euro by itself, or included in the 9 Euro package. The package came with compressed charcoal as well as charcoal pencils. I have the compressed charcoal at home, so the pencils will make a nice addition. I can’t wait to get started on it with my trip to Cork next week.
The Kesters sent us an e-mail asking if we would want to spend a week with them out at their beach house in Connemara. They have rented a cottage for the week and Mr. Kester comes back on Fridays to teach a class in the evenings before returning to the cottage about 2 hours away. He said we could catch the bus out to Cliffden and they would pick us up then we could ride back to Galway on Friday morning with Mr. Kester. Gosh, they are so nice! I’m so glad I went up to introduce myself at the lecture. Since we had made arrangements to go to Cork next week, it would have to be the week after and I hope they are available.
Zach and I paid a visit to Teresa today for weekly rent. I gave her two pieces of the Chocolate picnic cake and she handed us the ESP (electricity) bill that had arrived. We took it to calculate how much of the last two months was the 10 days we had used it. Once we figured that out I went back downstairs to give her the 20 Euro (a euro a day per person). She was typing on her phone and explained to me she was trying to text me that the cake was fabulous! She had already eaten one piece and was trying to keep from eating the second. She had an expression of amazement on her face. I laughed and said thank you, but the recipe is my grandmother’s so I’ll have to tell her how much you enjoyed it. She couldn’t stop singing its praises. When I handed her the bill and money, so exclaimed, “20 Euro, Oh, I’ll get that. It’s not much, don’t worry about it”. I insisted she take the money, but she wouldn’t have it. She kept talking about the cake and listed the sweets she’d had the last week and we conversed about the wonderfulness of sugar till she had a few customers line up and I said goodbye. We saved 20 Euro with the help of that cake!
I recieved a call from John at Eddie Rockets about working tonight from 7:30-10 at the Rugby match going on in Galway. I was unaware of the match even happening, which disappointed me, but Zach and I were happy for the extra hours. For some reason John always texts me (occasionally calls), but never Zach. Even when I don’t respond right away he waits. He doesn’t try Zach. It’s kind of weird. That and the fact he texts. I always thought of texts as more informal and between friends. We were to patrol the entrance on both sides then go over to the second location of Eddie Rockets not far from the stadium where there was a cinema (different from the one we have been to). We were to stamp people going in or out of the movies. The response to people arriving at the rugby match was not good since they were all in a hurry. I felt like a bother and it disappointed me a bit. When we got the cinema no one was there. We checked in at Eddie Rockets and they said to have a meal and wait to go back to the arena, being at the cinemas would be pointless. Wow, another meal. I love this job. Regretfully, Zach and I had already eaten. I made Croque Monsieurs (Monte Cristo) for dinner as well as a salad and some leftover pasta. I didn’t want to go to the store, so I thought I had everything for the croquet monsieurs, but we were out of butter and had no syrup. I improvised with cooking oil and salt in place of butter. I mixed up some eggs with milk, sugar and vanilla (more than usual since we had no syrup). I soaked loaf bread in the mixture and cooked it in a frying pan with the oil and salt. I added some slightly cooked deli ham and cream cheese to the French toast. I did have powdered sugar (the real kind this time) to add to the sandwich as well. It turned out to be rather yummy. I also added a little brie cheese. I’ve made them with cheddar cheese, but I liked this cheese mixture better. Swiss is another option.
So anyway, both of us were full, but willing to eat some free food. I ordered some chicken fingers and a coke. I should have just gotten water, but I wanted to seize the opportunity for free food. I was so full after that, but the picture of the milkshake was still tempting me. I’m a fat kid in disguise, but I’m beginning to feel like I might actually have to consciously diet for the first time. NO picking up pastries -- limited to one sweet a day kind of thing. Part of my errands had included studying the London guide book before turning it back to the library, so I went to Amnesty and had a slice of carrot cake with my 20% discount while I mapped out London in my notebook. The carrot cake was actually kind of dry, but I enjoyed my time sitting on the couch there studying about London. It made me really excited to go now (in 3 weeks).
We left Eddie Rockets a little early to give up our table since it was getting crowded. We actually got to see the last 15 minutes of the Rugby match. In those few minutes I saw a guy get punched in the face and another one trampled. I’d always heard it is a brutal sport, but it really is. The home team lost by a lot. It was pretty bad. 6:25 I think. The atmosphere reminded me of high school football games. It made me miss them a lot. I miss Carolina football, but there is just something about a high school football game (at least when I was in high school – probably not as fun as an alumni) that provides more of a homey feel. It was a little different with the colorful language spouting out of the mouths of 5th graders (or whereabouts). F-in is a common phrase of many an Irishman including their children. I’m pretty sure it doesn’t carry the same weight over here as it does in the states.
The Hitchhiker’s Guide to County Galway
Thursday, September 24, 2009
After 5 hours of sleep (much less than I’m used to over here) I packed my bag and Zach and I headed to the bus station to purchase tickets to Letterfrack. The town is about a 2 hour bus ride to the north west of Galway. It is positioned at the base of Connemara National Park, so it is easy for hikers to access from the bus.
The ride out of the city was filled with political posters on every light post from the socialist, green and labour parties telling citizens to vote yes or no on the Lisbon treaty for being a part of the EU. I’m really not sure what it is all about, so I might try to research it sometime.
The ride through the countryside was amazing. It’s the Ireland I was hoping for. The pictures should prove it. I had so much fun using my different settings and attempting artistic photography. The weather was perfect – what one would call a photographer’s paradise I suppose. The clouds created a dramatic effect, but with no rain. The sun would poke through to shed just enough light on the landscapes to illuminate the bright green and blues, colors which normally look gray and dull under cloud cover. It is amazing how much difference the sun makes in the color over here; more so that you would ever think.
A lot of the pictures I took through the bus through window. Even they turned out great. It made me want to explore the Appalachian Mountains even more. Driving on my own and stopping whenever I want. Passing it all by on the bus was difficult. I just wanted to go run out through the field up to the water’s edge where I dive I and swim around in the shadows of the mountains – assuming the water was warmer than it is. I had dreams of untying the little fishing boat for a lazy row through the lake, but we soon arrived in Letterfrack and I had to get off the bus.
We decided to take the longest hike to the top of Diamond Head. It was about 8 km round trip. The weather was still holding out to be a beautiful day and the wind wasn’t very strong. The higher we climbed the more of the ocean could be seen. The trail was mostly gravel, which I had been placed there to avoid getting stuck in the bog. We had a look around in the museum before starting the hike and it told us a lot about bogs. Ireland was once a dense forest, but humans cutting down trees and scorched earth practices created a land barren of trees and rich in coal. The coal prevents the water from seeping down very far, thus water logging the soil. This is obviously over thousands of years, but nonetheless it has given Ireland the landscape we know today. Travelers would put down toghers, which were bridges made of laying wooden planks across the land. At one point these were very extensive, but eventually became overtaken by the bogs after layer upon layer of peat built up over them. Much wood is still down inside the bogs. The trail changed to stepping stones (from the limestone) as we began to climb the mountain itself. The views were breathtaking.
Upon reaching the top Zach and I sat down for our packed lunch. It was really windy on top, so we sat behind a rock to eat. I made a ham and brie sandwich with spinach for myself and we had Pringles and cake to share. The Pringles were sour cream and onion. I have never liked that flavor, so I thought, but I’ve also never really given them a chance. I didn’t mind them one bit. I also ate the dried fruit cereal bars Zach got at the store. Another thing I’ve previously passed on, but they were actually very tasty. We discussed how there are a lot of things like the bars (which he had never had before today either) and the chips (which he only recently started eating) that when traveling it is just a mindset that makes it easier to try things. Everything is new, so why not the food too. At home everything is so routine that trying things out of the ordinary diet is more unlikely.
I got my picture taken adding another rock to the pyramid at the peak then began the descent. On the hike down I got out my pocket knife and cut away some sod for a unique little souvenir I thought up. At the welcome center it had a saying about Irish folklore that when someone was away from home they took with them a piece of sod, a shamrock and a chip off the hearth. So…I cut out some sod, collected a few rocks, and found some shamrocks to put in a little trinket box with the story as souvenirs. All small pieces and not too disruptive to the natural order of things – I hope.
We walked around the little nature trail outside the visitor’s center when we got off the mountain. It had a mini waterfall that was pretty and the area was covered by trees! It was nice to hike under trees and out of the wind. It was only 2:30 by this time and the only bus wasn’t due to arrive till 6pm. The lady at the visitor’s center told us we could go to the Kylemore Abbey just down the road. I wanted to see it, but was not willing to pay the expensive entry fee, but a look at the outside would be nice. She said it wasn’t far if we had time – about 4km (2.5mi). She said we could thumb our way there with a shrug like it was nothing. Hitchhike? Zach looked at me and asked if I’d ever done it. Nope, he had not either. We laughed and thought maybe give it a try since it was just 2 miles. We timidly held out our thumbs, but no bite. The next car passed us by as well. We continued walking down a road with very little shoulder. We’d have to dive into the bushes every now and then. We tried about 6 or 7 cars and gave up. Must not be as common as the lady let on. We kept walking and walking and walking. It was crazy far. My feet were killing me. We stopped at a bridge for a little break. Finally, we saw a sign for the Abbey … 750m ahead. Would we ever get there? Too late to turn back. An hour and 15 min later we arrived. It was more than 4km. The grounds were beautiful, but we couldn’t get up close because of the entrance fee. I got my picture made by the thing with a look on my face that said “I came all the way for this, better get that picture”.
We looked around in the gift shop and then decided we had about an hour and a half before the bus was coming. Surely we could catch a ride with some tourist heading toward Letterfrack, but better start trying now in case we had to walk back ( a looming fear that we would). I scoped out a place to sit near the carpark. I asked one couple. Nice people. The kind I wouldn’t mind catching a ride with. Nope. Not headed that way. The next group was all French and on a tour bus. The next couple walked by and they looked nice young and American. “Are you headed toward Letterfrack and if so can we get a ride?” - Letterfrack? Where is that? – about 5-10 min to the right – oh sure, why not!
So that’s how we met Kate and Tren. They were over 25 (to rent a car) late 20’s I’d say. They were married. He had spent 6 years in Germany with the air force and she had spent the last year there, so I assume they were newlyweds. They were both from California, and were headed back to the States after touring Ireland to move to Portland, Oregon. We explained our situation and that we were working in Galway on work visas. They dropped us off in Letterfrack said goodbye and we offered many thanks.
So we still had and hour and half. What to do. Letterfrack had nothing – NOTHING. Two bars and a hotel. We started walking towards one bar when Tren rolled down the window and said “you guys said you were living in Galway, right? We’re go through it on the way back, you want a ride?” Zach and I looked at each other. Crossed back over the street and said well, yea I guess if you are going back that way. We hopped in the back again and off we went to Galway. The conversation the whole way never stopped. Tren said he was a “outgoing, whatever kind of guy”. I joked that he must be to pick up two hitchhikers. He said it wasn’t something he normally did, but we seemed stranded and in need. I said hitchhiking isn’t something we normally do either. About that time we saw another guy hitchhiking and the car in front of us pulled over to pick him up. We must just not look right or something. I think asking for a ride outside of a tourist spot from other tourists is a much safer way to go about it, and I would never have tried to thumb down a truck or go any distance over 5 miles nor without someone else – just to clarify. It’s not something I’m going to be repeating either. We got lucky, I realize that. But we also went about it the best way possible. We ended up back in Galway before the bus would have gotten to us back in Letterfrack. Tren and Kate had a GPS, so it took us a faster way than the buses go and we saw more.
They let us out on the corner near the University and made the turn to go on to Kilarney in County Kerry where they were staying. I gave them my e-mail because they said there was a really cool hostel in Kilarney near where they were staying (in a nice hotel, since they have money) that we might like if we were in Kerry. Neither of them could remember the name though. Tren was going to go back to school for physical therapy and wasn’t sure how that transition from college in the military with a steady income to university student with no income would be, but he was up for the challenge.
When we got back to the apartment I got a text from Monica wanting to go to a silent disco. I called her to see what in the world that was. Evidentially, everyone had earmuffs with radio transmitters in them. People can hear different music, but everyone is dancing or singing, and it’s just like a club or party but it is silent without the earmuffs. It sounds intriguing.
Zach made dinner with Thai green curry sauce and egg noodles. He added carrot shavings, onion, peppers, chicken and spinach. It was good, but it was sooo spicy I could barely eat it. My mouth was on fire. There were spring rolls to accompany the dish – another thing I’ve never really tried, but I liked them. I had to get additional bread to help with the spiciness. The bowl was heaping full, so I gave my lips a break from the burn and saved the last half for later. I’d had a full glass of orange juice before dinner and two glasses of water with dinner, so I was quite full. However, the dessert compartment of my stomach had not been satisfied, so I got the individual sponge cake with chocolate drizzle I’d picked up yesterday from Griffin’s and ate that with some ice cream leftover from last night. It was tasty, but I could do without it. I’ve decided to take Griffin’s off the list. Too many people like it and it’s the more expensive place. O’Connors is just as good, but with a more limited selection and cheaper.
250 Years to Arthur
Today was also the 250 year anniversary of Guinness. I later realized how many celebrations were going on all over the world for this occasion, but at the time it didn’t seem that important to me. I’ve had one sip of the stuff and I’m not a fan. At 5:59 you could find free or greatly reduced Guinness pints in many bars all over Ireland. At this exact time I was getting out of Tren and Kate’s rental car and not concerned with partaking in the celebration. Later I saw photos of the crowds that had gathered like it was New Year’s Eve in all of Ireland’s major cities to toast to Arthur. It might have been worth it to witness that, but I had originally thought I’d be on a bus anyway. At least I can say I was in Ireland for the 250th anniversary of Guinness.
After 5 hours of sleep (much less than I’m used to over here) I packed my bag and Zach and I headed to the bus station to purchase tickets to Letterfrack. The town is about a 2 hour bus ride to the north west of Galway. It is positioned at the base of Connemara National Park, so it is easy for hikers to access from the bus.
The ride out of the city was filled with political posters on every light post from the socialist, green and labour parties telling citizens to vote yes or no on the Lisbon treaty for being a part of the EU. I’m really not sure what it is all about, so I might try to research it sometime.
The ride through the countryside was amazing. It’s the Ireland I was hoping for. The pictures should prove it. I had so much fun using my different settings and attempting artistic photography. The weather was perfect – what one would call a photographer’s paradise I suppose. The clouds created a dramatic effect, but with no rain. The sun would poke through to shed just enough light on the landscapes to illuminate the bright green and blues, colors which normally look gray and dull under cloud cover. It is amazing how much difference the sun makes in the color over here; more so that you would ever think.
A lot of the pictures I took through the bus through window. Even they turned out great. It made me want to explore the Appalachian Mountains even more. Driving on my own and stopping whenever I want. Passing it all by on the bus was difficult. I just wanted to go run out through the field up to the water’s edge where I dive I and swim around in the shadows of the mountains – assuming the water was warmer than it is. I had dreams of untying the little fishing boat for a lazy row through the lake, but we soon arrived in Letterfrack and I had to get off the bus.
We decided to take the longest hike to the top of Diamond Head. It was about 8 km round trip. The weather was still holding out to be a beautiful day and the wind wasn’t very strong. The higher we climbed the more of the ocean could be seen. The trail was mostly gravel, which I had been placed there to avoid getting stuck in the bog. We had a look around in the museum before starting the hike and it told us a lot about bogs. Ireland was once a dense forest, but humans cutting down trees and scorched earth practices created a land barren of trees and rich in coal. The coal prevents the water from seeping down very far, thus water logging the soil. This is obviously over thousands of years, but nonetheless it has given Ireland the landscape we know today. Travelers would put down toghers, which were bridges made of laying wooden planks across the land. At one point these were very extensive, but eventually became overtaken by the bogs after layer upon layer of peat built up over them. Much wood is still down inside the bogs. The trail changed to stepping stones (from the limestone) as we began to climb the mountain itself. The views were breathtaking.
Upon reaching the top Zach and I sat down for our packed lunch. It was really windy on top, so we sat behind a rock to eat. I made a ham and brie sandwich with spinach for myself and we had Pringles and cake to share. The Pringles were sour cream and onion. I have never liked that flavor, so I thought, but I’ve also never really given them a chance. I didn’t mind them one bit. I also ate the dried fruit cereal bars Zach got at the store. Another thing I’ve previously passed on, but they were actually very tasty. We discussed how there are a lot of things like the bars (which he had never had before today either) and the chips (which he only recently started eating) that when traveling it is just a mindset that makes it easier to try things. Everything is new, so why not the food too. At home everything is so routine that trying things out of the ordinary diet is more unlikely.
I got my picture taken adding another rock to the pyramid at the peak then began the descent. On the hike down I got out my pocket knife and cut away some sod for a unique little souvenir I thought up. At the welcome center it had a saying about Irish folklore that when someone was away from home they took with them a piece of sod, a shamrock and a chip off the hearth. So…I cut out some sod, collected a few rocks, and found some shamrocks to put in a little trinket box with the story as souvenirs. All small pieces and not too disruptive to the natural order of things – I hope.
We walked around the little nature trail outside the visitor’s center when we got off the mountain. It had a mini waterfall that was pretty and the area was covered by trees! It was nice to hike under trees and out of the wind. It was only 2:30 by this time and the only bus wasn’t due to arrive till 6pm. The lady at the visitor’s center told us we could go to the Kylemore Abbey just down the road. I wanted to see it, but was not willing to pay the expensive entry fee, but a look at the outside would be nice. She said it wasn’t far if we had time – about 4km (2.5mi). She said we could thumb our way there with a shrug like it was nothing. Hitchhike? Zach looked at me and asked if I’d ever done it. Nope, he had not either. We laughed and thought maybe give it a try since it was just 2 miles. We timidly held out our thumbs, but no bite. The next car passed us by as well. We continued walking down a road with very little shoulder. We’d have to dive into the bushes every now and then. We tried about 6 or 7 cars and gave up. Must not be as common as the lady let on. We kept walking and walking and walking. It was crazy far. My feet were killing me. We stopped at a bridge for a little break. Finally, we saw a sign for the Abbey … 750m ahead. Would we ever get there? Too late to turn back. An hour and 15 min later we arrived. It was more than 4km. The grounds were beautiful, but we couldn’t get up close because of the entrance fee. I got my picture made by the thing with a look on my face that said “I came all the way for this, better get that picture”.
We looked around in the gift shop and then decided we had about an hour and a half before the bus was coming. Surely we could catch a ride with some tourist heading toward Letterfrack, but better start trying now in case we had to walk back ( a looming fear that we would). I scoped out a place to sit near the carpark. I asked one couple. Nice people. The kind I wouldn’t mind catching a ride with. Nope. Not headed that way. The next group was all French and on a tour bus. The next couple walked by and they looked nice young and American. “Are you headed toward Letterfrack and if so can we get a ride?” - Letterfrack? Where is that? – about 5-10 min to the right – oh sure, why not!
So that’s how we met Kate and Tren. They were over 25 (to rent a car) late 20’s I’d say. They were married. He had spent 6 years in Germany with the air force and she had spent the last year there, so I assume they were newlyweds. They were both from California, and were headed back to the States after touring Ireland to move to Portland, Oregon. We explained our situation and that we were working in Galway on work visas. They dropped us off in Letterfrack said goodbye and we offered many thanks.
So we still had and hour and half. What to do. Letterfrack had nothing – NOTHING. Two bars and a hotel. We started walking towards one bar when Tren rolled down the window and said “you guys said you were living in Galway, right? We’re go through it on the way back, you want a ride?” Zach and I looked at each other. Crossed back over the street and said well, yea I guess if you are going back that way. We hopped in the back again and off we went to Galway. The conversation the whole way never stopped. Tren said he was a “outgoing, whatever kind of guy”. I joked that he must be to pick up two hitchhikers. He said it wasn’t something he normally did, but we seemed stranded and in need. I said hitchhiking isn’t something we normally do either. About that time we saw another guy hitchhiking and the car in front of us pulled over to pick him up. We must just not look right or something. I think asking for a ride outside of a tourist spot from other tourists is a much safer way to go about it, and I would never have tried to thumb down a truck or go any distance over 5 miles nor without someone else – just to clarify. It’s not something I’m going to be repeating either. We got lucky, I realize that. But we also went about it the best way possible. We ended up back in Galway before the bus would have gotten to us back in Letterfrack. Tren and Kate had a GPS, so it took us a faster way than the buses go and we saw more.
They let us out on the corner near the University and made the turn to go on to Kilarney in County Kerry where they were staying. I gave them my e-mail because they said there was a really cool hostel in Kilarney near where they were staying (in a nice hotel, since they have money) that we might like if we were in Kerry. Neither of them could remember the name though. Tren was going to go back to school for physical therapy and wasn’t sure how that transition from college in the military with a steady income to university student with no income would be, but he was up for the challenge.
When we got back to the apartment I got a text from Monica wanting to go to a silent disco. I called her to see what in the world that was. Evidentially, everyone had earmuffs with radio transmitters in them. People can hear different music, but everyone is dancing or singing, and it’s just like a club or party but it is silent without the earmuffs. It sounds intriguing.
Zach made dinner with Thai green curry sauce and egg noodles. He added carrot shavings, onion, peppers, chicken and spinach. It was good, but it was sooo spicy I could barely eat it. My mouth was on fire. There were spring rolls to accompany the dish – another thing I’ve never really tried, but I liked them. I had to get additional bread to help with the spiciness. The bowl was heaping full, so I gave my lips a break from the burn and saved the last half for later. I’d had a full glass of orange juice before dinner and two glasses of water with dinner, so I was quite full. However, the dessert compartment of my stomach had not been satisfied, so I got the individual sponge cake with chocolate drizzle I’d picked up yesterday from Griffin’s and ate that with some ice cream leftover from last night. It was tasty, but I could do without it. I’ve decided to take Griffin’s off the list. Too many people like it and it’s the more expensive place. O’Connors is just as good, but with a more limited selection and cheaper.
250 Years to Arthur
Today was also the 250 year anniversary of Guinness. I later realized how many celebrations were going on all over the world for this occasion, but at the time it didn’t seem that important to me. I’ve had one sip of the stuff and I’m not a fan. At 5:59 you could find free or greatly reduced Guinness pints in many bars all over Ireland. At this exact time I was getting out of Tren and Kate’s rental car and not concerned with partaking in the celebration. Later I saw photos of the crowds that had gathered like it was New Year’s Eve in all of Ireland’s major cities to toast to Arthur. It might have been worth it to witness that, but I had originally thought I’d be on a bus anyway. At least I can say I was in Ireland for the 250th anniversary of Guinness.
The Dinner Party
Wednesday, September 23, 2009
I woke up today and went to purchase some shoes I had seen previously. I didn’t but them in order to go home and think about it. I decided to get them. While there I encountered another pair and the decision was tough. They were both what I was looking for - unique, classy red heels. I made the purchase for 15 Euro of the ones I had first seen since they were more practical with a shorter heel, but the other red ones…wow. They looked good. I’ll think it over. I know I shouldn’t. I don’t need them. I’m even against writing this because I feel I’ll get a call from mom and dad trying to put some sense into me, but they’re just, they’re beautiful. Any girl with a shoe obsession would understand!
I left the store…only one pair in hand and stopped by USIT to see about some travel advice. They’re useless. USIT is who provides BUNAC with office space in Dublin and we were told they would help us out with traveling if we needed it. They don’t That’s the fourth time I’ve been in that place for things like changing large bills for smaller, printing, internet and now just regular travel advice. On no occasion were they of any help. I give up. Won’t be going there again if I can help it. Before going upstairs to cook I popped in and asked Teresa about canned pumpkin and herbs. I’ve decided I need something to mind (take care of). An herb garden consisting of at least basil and rosemary would be just the thing. We get a lot of light on the kitchen windowsill. It would be just the place for that fort of thing. She said I might find them at Tesco or Woody’s garden store, but wasn’t sure. As for the pumpkin…no idea. I would be able to get an actual gourd soon, but I think the canned stuff is sweeter. Anyone know if I can scoop out a pumpkin and get what I need for canned pumpkin?
I started on the cake first when I got upstairs. It is the chocolate picnic cake with chocolate icing that Mimi makes, and it’s oh soooo good. I now think I’ve made it more times out of America than in America. It was the one even the health crazy vegetarian devoured last summer in Florence. It really is a good cake. Only thing is that conversions are not so easy. I think I may have put too much butter in the cake. I had 450 grams of butter and I need 1 cup. I have a chart saying there are 28 grams in an ounce, so I just needed to remember how many ounces are in a cup. Simple right? No one out of four Americans could remember if there are 8 or 16 oz. in a cup. Sad, I know. It was too early to call home in the states, so I compromised. I used 12 oz. While making the icing later, I used something that made me think I put in too much butter, but it turned out looking alright, it just might be extra creamy.
After the cake, I started on the main dish. Chicken Provencal. I used 3 breasts of chicken and rolled them in a mixture of flour, paprika, salt and pepper. Then I cooked them in a skillet with olive oil. I added two cans of stewed tomatoes, button mushrooms, cut black olives and lemon zest. I let it cool a little bit and put it in the fridge for this evening.
I called Roberto and Demi (Demesla) and Marta to remind them about dinner and give them my number if they got lost. They all decided to just meet at Amnesty instead. When Roberto answered the phone he used “pronto” instead of hello. I got excited. That’s all I heard on the phone last summer. It’s the equivalent of hello, but really means “go ahead I’m listening” in Italian.
I made a ham and brie cheese sandwich with spinach and balsamic on wholegrain bread for lunch. Mighty tasty!
Erynn and Kathleen stopped by to get a cord back they had let Zach borrow. They were back from the islands. We talked for awhile about all the best places for desserts and pastries. There were quite a few: Griffin’s bakery, Coco Café, Gourmet Tarts Co., O’Conner’s bakery, and Zatsuma Creperia…to name a few. They said they would stop by Amnesty later to try what we have there, but they never showed up.
I went around taking pictures of Galway today because it was such a beautiful day. I went to the University and down by the river. I took pictures of where I live and of Shop Street where I patrol up and down on weekends. I took pictures of places I frequent like the bakeries, Amnesty and the library. Monica has been teaching me about different camera settings, and I tried a few out with my camera. She has one of the nice larger cameras, but she said my little digital camera has a lot of options for what it is. I wish I could change the shutter speed on it though. I can manipulate the white balance and the ISO, so that changes the picture a little bit. I might try some Photoshop edits while I’m messing around with pictures.
I picked up those shoes after m picture taking and took them to Amnesty with me. I tried them on one more time in the shop just to be sure. I fell in love all over again. I tried them with pants, with leggings, and without. Every way worked! I was sold. It might be a bit of a splurge, but I haven’t seen zapatoes, chasseurs, shoes that inexpensive anywhere. Monica was working when I got to the café. I immediately pulled out my prized possession for a show and tell. She laughed and said I would break my neck. I think not! Ok well maybe on this cobblestone, but I mainly got them to wear at home or in Paris!
I love working at the café. Everything about it makes me happy. Even the unhappy moments, make me happy - if that makes any sense at all. I enjoy the people that work there. They all have a positive outlook on life and none of them are downers. The organization of the shop is clean and crisp, but creative. Even when I forget how to make a coffee drink, I learn a new way of going about it. I think I am finally getting it. The steamed milk was giving me some trouble, but a few more times and I’ll be a pro. A three hour shift and cleaning is easy to handle. I even like it when Henri follows me around the shop for closing. Henri is the vacuum, but he has the most adorable expression.
Poor Monica puts in 8 hour shifts each day, but it is her full-time job. Victor, Monica and I were working tonight. I told Victor he should join us for dinner. He had nothing else planned so he did. Roberto, Demelsa and Marta met us at the shop and we all walked to my apartment.
Roberto had all the ingredients for his dish, but had not cooked it yet. Monica and I ran to the store for some wine and ice cream while we were waiting. Our kitchen is not made for 8 people, but we did have enough seats. It was cramped, but exciting. I love dinner parties! Manuel, Marta’s boyfriend, joined us eventually as well. We had tortillas des potates that Demelsa and Marta made. Almost like a potato omelet with ham and salami. I pulled up itunes on my computer and we scoured through my music for selections everyone would enjoy, U2 is still really big over here and so is Shakira, but over here they appreciate all her music, not just the recent more poppy stuff.
I decided to go ahead and serve the chicken provencal with rice as a primi patti after the appetizer but before the secondi (Roberto’s dish). Victor had to leave after this (it was 10pm and Roberto was still cooking), so I cut the cake for Victor so he could have a piece before he left for the salsa dancing at Monroe’s tonight. He had helped promote the singer – a friend – so he had to be there and was already a little bit late. I joined him in eating a piece of cake. Even though I put a little much butter in, it was still delicious! No matter who I make that cake for, everyone loves it. It’s so wonderful, and fairly easy to do. Hard to mess up if you have the ingredients, and even if you don’t have the right measurements it still turns out. Roberto got his pasta al forno finished and it was delicious! A true Italian dish made by an Italian- I was in heaven! Rigatoni with tomatoes, onions, mushrooms, meat and mozzarella. I served the rest of the chocolate cake – everyone loved it. Monica heated her apple cake and it was marvelous too. I don’t even like apple and it was good. The chunks were soft not crunchy. I don’t like the texture of apple, so I don’t usually like apple pies, but the cake was something else. Topped with vanilla bean ice cream was even better.
I instigated a recipe exchange. Demelsa requested the cake. I went over the ingredients and measurements with her, trying as best I could to convert standard to metric. When the language barrier arose, I demonstrated since we were in the kitchen anyway. Next I had Roberto write down the pasta recipe for me. He wanted to practice English, so it proceeded much like an English lesson. He wrote a sentence. I would read it and point out spelling or structure errors and it went on like that till we had the whole recipe. His English is very good and seems to be improving. I wanted to speak French this whole night. It’s crazy how much has come back to me when I switch to language mode in my brain I guess. I could remember the vocabulary for the French, but couldn’t rely on my limited Italian and nonexistent Spanish. Spanish and Italian are similar in pronunciation so Roberto and Demelsa can communicate well with each other, but French is pronounced differently, while similar in construction it is hard to understand for other Romance languages. I was at a loss sometimes, but we eventually got the point across.
The night proceeded into Vikings and mafia men before it came to a close a little after midnight. I really enjoyed all the conversations and had not a single unpleasant experience. I talked to my mom on the phone for about an hour tonight. I hope that doesn’t run the phone bill too high, but it was worth it. I have a feeling I’m going to have a rather high phone bill anyway. I try to keep things short, but it builds up after a month even at 9 cents a minute. It’s not 2:40am and I have to get up at 8 for a trip hiking in Connemara tomorrow. I’m going to be exhausted. Oh well. I’ll catch up on sleep Friday.
I woke up today and went to purchase some shoes I had seen previously. I didn’t but them in order to go home and think about it. I decided to get them. While there I encountered another pair and the decision was tough. They were both what I was looking for - unique, classy red heels. I made the purchase for 15 Euro of the ones I had first seen since they were more practical with a shorter heel, but the other red ones…wow. They looked good. I’ll think it over. I know I shouldn’t. I don’t need them. I’m even against writing this because I feel I’ll get a call from mom and dad trying to put some sense into me, but they’re just, they’re beautiful. Any girl with a shoe obsession would understand!
I left the store…only one pair in hand and stopped by USIT to see about some travel advice. They’re useless. USIT is who provides BUNAC with office space in Dublin and we were told they would help us out with traveling if we needed it. They don’t That’s the fourth time I’ve been in that place for things like changing large bills for smaller, printing, internet and now just regular travel advice. On no occasion were they of any help. I give up. Won’t be going there again if I can help it. Before going upstairs to cook I popped in and asked Teresa about canned pumpkin and herbs. I’ve decided I need something to mind (take care of). An herb garden consisting of at least basil and rosemary would be just the thing. We get a lot of light on the kitchen windowsill. It would be just the place for that fort of thing. She said I might find them at Tesco or Woody’s garden store, but wasn’t sure. As for the pumpkin…no idea. I would be able to get an actual gourd soon, but I think the canned stuff is sweeter. Anyone know if I can scoop out a pumpkin and get what I need for canned pumpkin?
I started on the cake first when I got upstairs. It is the chocolate picnic cake with chocolate icing that Mimi makes, and it’s oh soooo good. I now think I’ve made it more times out of America than in America. It was the one even the health crazy vegetarian devoured last summer in Florence. It really is a good cake. Only thing is that conversions are not so easy. I think I may have put too much butter in the cake. I had 450 grams of butter and I need 1 cup. I have a chart saying there are 28 grams in an ounce, so I just needed to remember how many ounces are in a cup. Simple right? No one out of four Americans could remember if there are 8 or 16 oz. in a cup. Sad, I know. It was too early to call home in the states, so I compromised. I used 12 oz. While making the icing later, I used something that made me think I put in too much butter, but it turned out looking alright, it just might be extra creamy.
After the cake, I started on the main dish. Chicken Provencal. I used 3 breasts of chicken and rolled them in a mixture of flour, paprika, salt and pepper. Then I cooked them in a skillet with olive oil. I added two cans of stewed tomatoes, button mushrooms, cut black olives and lemon zest. I let it cool a little bit and put it in the fridge for this evening.
I called Roberto and Demi (Demesla) and Marta to remind them about dinner and give them my number if they got lost. They all decided to just meet at Amnesty instead. When Roberto answered the phone he used “pronto” instead of hello. I got excited. That’s all I heard on the phone last summer. It’s the equivalent of hello, but really means “go ahead I’m listening” in Italian.
I made a ham and brie cheese sandwich with spinach and balsamic on wholegrain bread for lunch. Mighty tasty!
Erynn and Kathleen stopped by to get a cord back they had let Zach borrow. They were back from the islands. We talked for awhile about all the best places for desserts and pastries. There were quite a few: Griffin’s bakery, Coco Café, Gourmet Tarts Co., O’Conner’s bakery, and Zatsuma Creperia…to name a few. They said they would stop by Amnesty later to try what we have there, but they never showed up.
I went around taking pictures of Galway today because it was such a beautiful day. I went to the University and down by the river. I took pictures of where I live and of Shop Street where I patrol up and down on weekends. I took pictures of places I frequent like the bakeries, Amnesty and the library. Monica has been teaching me about different camera settings, and I tried a few out with my camera. She has one of the nice larger cameras, but she said my little digital camera has a lot of options for what it is. I wish I could change the shutter speed on it though. I can manipulate the white balance and the ISO, so that changes the picture a little bit. I might try some Photoshop edits while I’m messing around with pictures.
I picked up those shoes after m picture taking and took them to Amnesty with me. I tried them on one more time in the shop just to be sure. I fell in love all over again. I tried them with pants, with leggings, and without. Every way worked! I was sold. It might be a bit of a splurge, but I haven’t seen zapatoes, chasseurs, shoes that inexpensive anywhere. Monica was working when I got to the café. I immediately pulled out my prized possession for a show and tell. She laughed and said I would break my neck. I think not! Ok well maybe on this cobblestone, but I mainly got them to wear at home or in Paris!
I love working at the café. Everything about it makes me happy. Even the unhappy moments, make me happy - if that makes any sense at all. I enjoy the people that work there. They all have a positive outlook on life and none of them are downers. The organization of the shop is clean and crisp, but creative. Even when I forget how to make a coffee drink, I learn a new way of going about it. I think I am finally getting it. The steamed milk was giving me some trouble, but a few more times and I’ll be a pro. A three hour shift and cleaning is easy to handle. I even like it when Henri follows me around the shop for closing. Henri is the vacuum, but he has the most adorable expression.
Poor Monica puts in 8 hour shifts each day, but it is her full-time job. Victor, Monica and I were working tonight. I told Victor he should join us for dinner. He had nothing else planned so he did. Roberto, Demelsa and Marta met us at the shop and we all walked to my apartment.
Roberto had all the ingredients for his dish, but had not cooked it yet. Monica and I ran to the store for some wine and ice cream while we were waiting. Our kitchen is not made for 8 people, but we did have enough seats. It was cramped, but exciting. I love dinner parties! Manuel, Marta’s boyfriend, joined us eventually as well. We had tortillas des potates that Demelsa and Marta made. Almost like a potato omelet with ham and salami. I pulled up itunes on my computer and we scoured through my music for selections everyone would enjoy, U2 is still really big over here and so is Shakira, but over here they appreciate all her music, not just the recent more poppy stuff.
I decided to go ahead and serve the chicken provencal with rice as a primi patti after the appetizer but before the secondi (Roberto’s dish). Victor had to leave after this (it was 10pm and Roberto was still cooking), so I cut the cake for Victor so he could have a piece before he left for the salsa dancing at Monroe’s tonight. He had helped promote the singer – a friend – so he had to be there and was already a little bit late. I joined him in eating a piece of cake. Even though I put a little much butter in, it was still delicious! No matter who I make that cake for, everyone loves it. It’s so wonderful, and fairly easy to do. Hard to mess up if you have the ingredients, and even if you don’t have the right measurements it still turns out. Roberto got his pasta al forno finished and it was delicious! A true Italian dish made by an Italian- I was in heaven! Rigatoni with tomatoes, onions, mushrooms, meat and mozzarella. I served the rest of the chocolate cake – everyone loved it. Monica heated her apple cake and it was marvelous too. I don’t even like apple and it was good. The chunks were soft not crunchy. I don’t like the texture of apple, so I don’t usually like apple pies, but the cake was something else. Topped with vanilla bean ice cream was even better.
I instigated a recipe exchange. Demelsa requested the cake. I went over the ingredients and measurements with her, trying as best I could to convert standard to metric. When the language barrier arose, I demonstrated since we were in the kitchen anyway. Next I had Roberto write down the pasta recipe for me. He wanted to practice English, so it proceeded much like an English lesson. He wrote a sentence. I would read it and point out spelling or structure errors and it went on like that till we had the whole recipe. His English is very good and seems to be improving. I wanted to speak French this whole night. It’s crazy how much has come back to me when I switch to language mode in my brain I guess. I could remember the vocabulary for the French, but couldn’t rely on my limited Italian and nonexistent Spanish. Spanish and Italian are similar in pronunciation so Roberto and Demelsa can communicate well with each other, but French is pronounced differently, while similar in construction it is hard to understand for other Romance languages. I was at a loss sometimes, but we eventually got the point across.
The night proceeded into Vikings and mafia men before it came to a close a little after midnight. I really enjoyed all the conversations and had not a single unpleasant experience. I talked to my mom on the phone for about an hour tonight. I hope that doesn’t run the phone bill too high, but it was worth it. I have a feeling I’m going to have a rather high phone bill anyway. I try to keep things short, but it builds up after a month even at 9 cents a minute. It’s not 2:40am and I have to get up at 8 for a trip hiking in Connemara tomorrow. I’m going to be exhausted. Oh well. I’ll catch up on sleep Friday.
Internet
Tuesday, September 22, 2009
Today wasn’t so eventful. I looked in the 2 Euro store to see what Halloween decorations they had, but nothing worth it. I stopped by O’Donahues bakery (Ann-Marie’s place) to pick up an éclair and see if she was around to get a definitive answer about babysitting. I did not see her, but ordered an éclair and fondant. Total came to 2.30 Euro for both items!! It’s much cheaper than Griffin’s there, but fewer people know about it. I heard someone say my name and I turned around to find Ann-Marie. She apologized for not calling back and said they found another girl for the position. She wished I would be here longer because she would have rather had me, but it would work better to have the same person till June. Oh well. Maybe she meant what she said. I like her demeanor a lot; she seems so nice, so I forgave her for not calling! Plus, I could never boycott her bakery, although it would probably be better for my waistline if I did. Teresa told me the other day that I must not eat much junk food to have the figure I do (honestly it’s not as trim as it once was). I told her on the contrary. I eat a lot of sweets! She said I must exercise or have a high …what it is…metabolism. I agreed, and I pray it never slows down!!
I went to the Port internet café for lunch and spent around five hours there. Yes, 5. I had a lot to research, download and e-mail. I had many Skype dates to keep as well. I spent around 8 Euro on a sandwich and drink, so I made sure to get my moneys worth in internet. I think I did a pretty good job. The owner came in and said hello to me by name. He asked if I had been there all day…pretty much!
After the café I went to the grocery store. The fridge was bare and I needed supplied for the cake and chicken I was making tomorrow for the dinner party. I went to Aldi so I could get more for less. I wanted to see if Ireland has canned pumpkin, so I went across the street (loaded up with groceries) to the Tesco (regular grocery store). I checked on bringing all the stuff from Aldi in with me and the girl at the register said it was fine as long as I had a receipt. Tesco no longer carries canned pumpkin. Not much of a demand for it even around the holidays. I also could not find orzo, so I’ve decided to use rice instead. Zach said you can add cream cheese to rice to make it different. I wonder if I should try that. I found the baking soda I think. It’s called bicarbonate soda, but seemed to be what I needed. Finding things can be a headache sometimes. I like grocery shopping and I like cooking, but I hate hunting for stuff.
I got back and unloaded the groceries. I washed my hands and started on dinner, which was some leftover beef cubes Zach had with pasta. I floured the beef with pepper, and cooked it in olive oil. I added passata, a tomato paste and parsley with some lemon juice. I added a bed of spinach on top of the pasta then the beef mixture and topped it with feta cheese. It was descent, but not my favorite creation. I had my fondant for dessert and save the éclair for breakfast.
The apartment has no dishwasher, so all dishes are washed by hand. The water gets scalding hot, so good for the dishes, but bad for me! I have noticed a big difference in how dry my hands are too from being under water a lot. I have to put lotion on every night. I also did a load of clothes last night and the washer/dryer contraption is still baffeling. It is one machine that does both processes – washing and drying. Can’t just dry anything, has to be washed too as far as we can figure out.
When you flip a light switch around here it isn’t instant light. It flickers for a bit like a horror film then shines bright. It tends to be the trend in most places. Being creative around here is a necessity when A: it’s not cost efficient to buy most comforts of home and B: even if I wanted to buy them, it is limited in where to get them. There are no Targets or Wal-marts with everything you need. The stores stock limited amounts of smaller selections. Even if I were going to buy colored lights for Halloween, I don’t think I could. Nowhere sells them. At home I might shop around for the best price. Here I have to shop around just to find something. If I were thinking of a term to describe America it might be wasteful or commercial, but I’d call it convenient. There are the little charms of going to the greengrocer for veggies, or the bakery for bread. I guess its which you like best, and for someone looking to spend less, the individual places aren’t priced dirt cheap like I prefer.
Today wasn’t so eventful. I looked in the 2 Euro store to see what Halloween decorations they had, but nothing worth it. I stopped by O’Donahues bakery (Ann-Marie’s place) to pick up an éclair and see if she was around to get a definitive answer about babysitting. I did not see her, but ordered an éclair and fondant. Total came to 2.30 Euro for both items!! It’s much cheaper than Griffin’s there, but fewer people know about it. I heard someone say my name and I turned around to find Ann-Marie. She apologized for not calling back and said they found another girl for the position. She wished I would be here longer because she would have rather had me, but it would work better to have the same person till June. Oh well. Maybe she meant what she said. I like her demeanor a lot; she seems so nice, so I forgave her for not calling! Plus, I could never boycott her bakery, although it would probably be better for my waistline if I did. Teresa told me the other day that I must not eat much junk food to have the figure I do (honestly it’s not as trim as it once was). I told her on the contrary. I eat a lot of sweets! She said I must exercise or have a high …what it is…metabolism. I agreed, and I pray it never slows down!!
I went to the Port internet café for lunch and spent around five hours there. Yes, 5. I had a lot to research, download and e-mail. I had many Skype dates to keep as well. I spent around 8 Euro on a sandwich and drink, so I made sure to get my moneys worth in internet. I think I did a pretty good job. The owner came in and said hello to me by name. He asked if I had been there all day…pretty much!
After the café I went to the grocery store. The fridge was bare and I needed supplied for the cake and chicken I was making tomorrow for the dinner party. I went to Aldi so I could get more for less. I wanted to see if Ireland has canned pumpkin, so I went across the street (loaded up with groceries) to the Tesco (regular grocery store). I checked on bringing all the stuff from Aldi in with me and the girl at the register said it was fine as long as I had a receipt. Tesco no longer carries canned pumpkin. Not much of a demand for it even around the holidays. I also could not find orzo, so I’ve decided to use rice instead. Zach said you can add cream cheese to rice to make it different. I wonder if I should try that. I found the baking soda I think. It’s called bicarbonate soda, but seemed to be what I needed. Finding things can be a headache sometimes. I like grocery shopping and I like cooking, but I hate hunting for stuff.
I got back and unloaded the groceries. I washed my hands and started on dinner, which was some leftover beef cubes Zach had with pasta. I floured the beef with pepper, and cooked it in olive oil. I added passata, a tomato paste and parsley with some lemon juice. I added a bed of spinach on top of the pasta then the beef mixture and topped it with feta cheese. It was descent, but not my favorite creation. I had my fondant for dessert and save the éclair for breakfast.
The apartment has no dishwasher, so all dishes are washed by hand. The water gets scalding hot, so good for the dishes, but bad for me! I have noticed a big difference in how dry my hands are too from being under water a lot. I have to put lotion on every night. I also did a load of clothes last night and the washer/dryer contraption is still baffeling. It is one machine that does both processes – washing and drying. Can’t just dry anything, has to be washed too as far as we can figure out.
When you flip a light switch around here it isn’t instant light. It flickers for a bit like a horror film then shines bright. It tends to be the trend in most places. Being creative around here is a necessity when A: it’s not cost efficient to buy most comforts of home and B: even if I wanted to buy them, it is limited in where to get them. There are no Targets or Wal-marts with everything you need. The stores stock limited amounts of smaller selections. Even if I were going to buy colored lights for Halloween, I don’t think I could. Nowhere sells them. At home I might shop around for the best price. Here I have to shop around just to find something. If I were thinking of a term to describe America it might be wasteful or commercial, but I’d call it convenient. There are the little charms of going to the greengrocer for veggies, or the bakery for bread. I guess its which you like best, and for someone looking to spend less, the individual places aren’t priced dirt cheap like I prefer.
Tuesday, September 22, 2009
Aran Islands
Monday, September 21, 2009
I’m so glad there is a heater in the bathroom. It is so nice to step out into a warm room, which would otherwise be very chilly. The cold has returned heralded by the wind. Today was somewhat dismal. It did not start out that way.
I woke up at 8:20 to prepare for the trip to Inishmor. The bus to the ferry port left at 9:30. Monica met us at the bus stop. It was about 45 min to the tip of Connemara where we caught a 40 min ferry across. This ferry did not carry cars, only passengers, so some would like it best if I called it a boat, but I think ferries can be passenger only. They are still ferrying something over to the island. However, I will call it a boat. Going over we traveled into the wind. Today was a poor weather day - extremely windy and gray. A little drizzle here and there, but never much. The boat was running against 5 foot swells, which gave the up and down motions of a roller coaster. A 40 minute roller coaster. A good number of people got up to get sick. I was thoroughly enjoying it much to the envy of others. I have wanted that roller coaster feeling of the tummy tickle for quite some time now. I got plenty of it today. I was giddy with laughter to be honest. Monica looked at me with disbelief, so I toned it down a notch or two. Honestly, when the swells died down and the boat came to a redundant rocking, I was not enjoying that.
When we got off the boat we were immediately struck by the winds of Inishmor. These were some powerful winds and the sky looked ominous. We needed to make a decision-10 Euro bikes or 15 Euro horse and buggy. Given the fact that I’m not sure I’ll ever find a horse and buggy that cheap again we went with the latter. Also, I don’t think I could ride a bike against that wind. Ronnie was the horse’s name and I’m not sure of the old man driving him on. The four of us (Zach, Monica, Man, and myself) sat in an open kart hitched up to Ronnie. We had blankets if we wanted them and a tour guide to answer any of our questions as best he could. The island is 9 miles long and 2 miles wide, so Ronnie didn’t have to pull us too far. We were told he liked to work, but I still wanted to get out and walk a bit on some of the hills to make it easier for him, but I was not given the option.
We were dropped off at the entrance to an ancient Celtic fort where we were able to eat some vegetable soup and brown bread before our hike. The sandwich bread in Ireland is amazing. Our bread is like cardboard compared to what comes with meals here. The forts were built on the cliff’s edge for another near death experience if you like. No barriers prevent the tourist from going over, only common sense. In the States, this would result in an immediate lawsuit, but not here. If you’re dumb enough to risk your life, that’s your problem not theirs. You’d be too dead to sue anyway, and relatives would likely be too ashamed to claim responsibility for one wanting to sit on the edge of cliffs hundreds of feet high.
Our carriage was waiting on us when we returned from the hike. This time we took the low road by the ocean. There were even beaches down here, but often too cold for anything but a stroll. There were supposed to be seals too, but we didn’t see any. There were a lot of rock walls and rocks in general. Ireland could make a fortune on exporting limestone, but that would take the beauty of it all away.
When Ronnie dropped us back in the little town we set out to find Katelyn and Hilary. The town consisted of three restaurant/bars, one café, one convenience store, a few boutiques, some Band B hostels, three bike rental places, and a Supermacs (Irish version of fast food)…so not much. I don’t know how those girls do it. I could not spend three months on that island if someone paid me. I’d go crazy with nothing to do after about a month. We found them fairly easily and Kathleen and Erynn were there also…surprise. They had arrived on Saturday and decided to stay till they felt like going back. I suppose enjoying the company on the island would help in staying around, but I wasn’t enjoying the company, and I’d almost forgotten how much I did not enjoy the company previously. Some people are just not the right ones to spend extended amounts of time with. Given the weather, the four girls were just lounging around in their room, so the three of us said goodbye and continued to walk around the island picking blackberries as a snack. We were told to find the ones away from the road. They would be just grand to eat. We headed back so as not to miss the ferry – thinking we could catch an earlier one out, but missed it anyway. We popped into the “American Bar” for dinner while waiting on the next ferry …boat. I enjoyed a nice sit away from the wind, as well as a chicken burger and chips (fries). Crisps are chips over here.
The boat ride back was much more serene. The water was still just as choppy, but we were not going against the wind. By traveling with the wind we actually arrived sooner than expected and the bus was not there. Waiting outside in the wind was not an idea I was keen on, but had no other choice. By now, my cheeks were very wind burned and I was extremely tired given the culmination of the weekend’s events, additional walking today and the weather.
The bus was a double decker. The group of Danish teenagers on a school trip took over the top, so we were resigned to the bottom this time. Our conversation the entire way back consisted of naming films and actors and actresses we thought were good since Monica seems to be the queen of American cinema. Starting out with who was the most attractive: top 3. Attractiveness in this case would not be based on lust, but an over appeal based on an added aesthetic quality and a genuine appreciation of beauty. A lot of exceptions arose and the list continued.
Back in Galway, we said goodbye to Monica. I stopped in a convenience store (only thing open at 7 on a Monday) to pick up some milk for hot chocolate and cereal in the morning. I’m retiring early tonight. The wind is still beating at the windows, so I think tonight will be a good one to fall asleep with my book.
I’m so glad there is a heater in the bathroom. It is so nice to step out into a warm room, which would otherwise be very chilly. The cold has returned heralded by the wind. Today was somewhat dismal. It did not start out that way.
I woke up at 8:20 to prepare for the trip to Inishmor. The bus to the ferry port left at 9:30. Monica met us at the bus stop. It was about 45 min to the tip of Connemara where we caught a 40 min ferry across. This ferry did not carry cars, only passengers, so some would like it best if I called it a boat, but I think ferries can be passenger only. They are still ferrying something over to the island. However, I will call it a boat. Going over we traveled into the wind. Today was a poor weather day - extremely windy and gray. A little drizzle here and there, but never much. The boat was running against 5 foot swells, which gave the up and down motions of a roller coaster. A 40 minute roller coaster. A good number of people got up to get sick. I was thoroughly enjoying it much to the envy of others. I have wanted that roller coaster feeling of the tummy tickle for quite some time now. I got plenty of it today. I was giddy with laughter to be honest. Monica looked at me with disbelief, so I toned it down a notch or two. Honestly, when the swells died down and the boat came to a redundant rocking, I was not enjoying that.
When we got off the boat we were immediately struck by the winds of Inishmor. These were some powerful winds and the sky looked ominous. We needed to make a decision-10 Euro bikes or 15 Euro horse and buggy. Given the fact that I’m not sure I’ll ever find a horse and buggy that cheap again we went with the latter. Also, I don’t think I could ride a bike against that wind. Ronnie was the horse’s name and I’m not sure of the old man driving him on. The four of us (Zach, Monica, Man, and myself) sat in an open kart hitched up to Ronnie. We had blankets if we wanted them and a tour guide to answer any of our questions as best he could. The island is 9 miles long and 2 miles wide, so Ronnie didn’t have to pull us too far. We were told he liked to work, but I still wanted to get out and walk a bit on some of the hills to make it easier for him, but I was not given the option.
We were dropped off at the entrance to an ancient Celtic fort where we were able to eat some vegetable soup and brown bread before our hike. The sandwich bread in Ireland is amazing. Our bread is like cardboard compared to what comes with meals here. The forts were built on the cliff’s edge for another near death experience if you like. No barriers prevent the tourist from going over, only common sense. In the States, this would result in an immediate lawsuit, but not here. If you’re dumb enough to risk your life, that’s your problem not theirs. You’d be too dead to sue anyway, and relatives would likely be too ashamed to claim responsibility for one wanting to sit on the edge of cliffs hundreds of feet high.
Our carriage was waiting on us when we returned from the hike. This time we took the low road by the ocean. There were even beaches down here, but often too cold for anything but a stroll. There were supposed to be seals too, but we didn’t see any. There were a lot of rock walls and rocks in general. Ireland could make a fortune on exporting limestone, but that would take the beauty of it all away.
When Ronnie dropped us back in the little town we set out to find Katelyn and Hilary. The town consisted of three restaurant/bars, one café, one convenience store, a few boutiques, some Band B hostels, three bike rental places, and a Supermacs (Irish version of fast food)…so not much. I don’t know how those girls do it. I could not spend three months on that island if someone paid me. I’d go crazy with nothing to do after about a month. We found them fairly easily and Kathleen and Erynn were there also…surprise. They had arrived on Saturday and decided to stay till they felt like going back. I suppose enjoying the company on the island would help in staying around, but I wasn’t enjoying the company, and I’d almost forgotten how much I did not enjoy the company previously. Some people are just not the right ones to spend extended amounts of time with. Given the weather, the four girls were just lounging around in their room, so the three of us said goodbye and continued to walk around the island picking blackberries as a snack. We were told to find the ones away from the road. They would be just grand to eat. We headed back so as not to miss the ferry – thinking we could catch an earlier one out, but missed it anyway. We popped into the “American Bar” for dinner while waiting on the next ferry …boat. I enjoyed a nice sit away from the wind, as well as a chicken burger and chips (fries). Crisps are chips over here.
The boat ride back was much more serene. The water was still just as choppy, but we were not going against the wind. By traveling with the wind we actually arrived sooner than expected and the bus was not there. Waiting outside in the wind was not an idea I was keen on, but had no other choice. By now, my cheeks were very wind burned and I was extremely tired given the culmination of the weekend’s events, additional walking today and the weather.
The bus was a double decker. The group of Danish teenagers on a school trip took over the top, so we were resigned to the bottom this time. Our conversation the entire way back consisted of naming films and actors and actresses we thought were good since Monica seems to be the queen of American cinema. Starting out with who was the most attractive: top 3. Attractiveness in this case would not be based on lust, but an over appeal based on an added aesthetic quality and a genuine appreciation of beauty. A lot of exceptions arose and the list continued.
Back in Galway, we said goodbye to Monica. I stopped in a convenience store (only thing open at 7 on a Monday) to pick up some milk for hot chocolate and cereal in the morning. I’m retiring early tonight. The wind is still beating at the windows, so I think tonight will be a good one to fall asleep with my book.
A full agenda
Sunday, September 20, 2009
I woke up at 10:20 and left for church at the Anglican St. Nicholas Collegiate Church of Galway. It was beautiful inside. It is the largest medieval parish church in Ireland still in constant use. That’s a list of exceptions, but it was pretty nonetheless. Built in 1320, it was named for the patron saint of children, but at that time during the Middle Ages St. Nicholas was more commonly known as the patron saint of sailors. Therefore, most port towns had at least one church in honor of St. Nicholas. The service was alright, but more repetition and readings out of the bulletin than I would like. The sermon was very short and hard to understand again because of the acoustics, and a lot of children at this church were crying. They had communion where everyone goes up and takes bread then drinks out of the same cup. I know that’s how it is commonly done for some, but I’m not for that practice. I took the cup and symbolically drank from it. It is primarily about symbolism anyway, so I don’t feel all that bad for not actually drinking from the same cup as everyone else. The thought process I’m sure is that the Lord will protect you from germs if you are drinking from a cup of His blood, but my thought process is better safe than sorry and I’ll just take the cup in remembrance.
After the service we had about an hour to relax and fix some lunch before hitting Shop Street at 1pm. Today was much colder than yesterday. It drizzled a little bit, so we grabbed rain jackets. That’s the good thing about living in city center. Not far, if I need to get an extra shirt or jacket while on the job. I started the day by putting my under armor on under a long sleeve shirt and the uniform shirt on top. I’m glad I did. It was windy more than anything else, but the sun still came out between clouds. We ran into Marta and Demi and Roberto again today. Everyone is meeting at Roisin Dub for No Banjo’s performance. We made sure to spread the word. During our stamping I saw a lady wearing Carolina jacket. I had just said earlier if I saw someone wearing Carolina I would be sure to stop them and talk. She was with a little group of ladies and they informed me that they were on an Alumni trip with the University. We told them we were in Ireland for a few months working on the weekends and traveling during the week when we get the chance. I found out we beat ECU in the football game yesterday!! Called Leah immediately and left a message. I miss being able to talk to everyone frequently. I need to make more Skype phone calls when I get internet.
We ran into the Kester’s again as well. I asked how Connemara was and I got sodden faces as a response. Mrs. Kester explained they had some problems with the rental car and insurance. The card they were using was not working and if they used something other than Visa or American Express then insurance would have to be paid separate and cost a lot more money. They were getting it sorted out, but it would take a few days so they had remained in Galway for longer. Moral of the story is to always check you’re your insurance and credit card company about coverage before renting a car. Ireland, Iraq, and Iran have exceptions for rental cars and insurance coverage. We talked a little longer, but they said goodbye not wanting us to lose the jobs we had just acquired, but not before they got stamped and headed to Eddie Rockets for a milkshake themselves. They remind me of Pam and Glen, Tim and another lady who let Peanut and I stay in their rental car for the night in Cinque Terra, but even nicer. Mr. Kester suggested that we write this down on our resumes as: Direct Marketing with client interaction for First Star LTD. And that since we are the only ones promoting to find out an estimate of how much we have improved their customer basis and include that. Not a bad idea and something I will definitely look into.
There are about 100,000 people and 25,000 are students. I always seem to end up in student towns. I guess that’s a good thing. Chapel Hill, Florence, Galway. Those numbers help in getting people into Eddie Rockets. Today there were a lot less teenagers out than yesterday. It was much slower, but time seemed to pass a little faster. On our break I got a heart attack on a plate. I’m glad I only get a free meal twice a week and even that might be too much. I got the smokestack burger- bacon, onion ring, beef and special sauce with fries and a hot chocolate; all on the house.
It’s kind of funny how a lot of the teens we stamp will ask us if we’re American. I had one girl ask if we were American or just faking the accent. It took several times to convince her we were actually American. Another kid asked if Eddie Rockets had shipped us over here to work for them - not quite. We usually get the “ah, way cool” response when we admit to being American. Not everyone hates us! I have been told many times to vote yes for healthcare when I say I can’t vote on their EU issues because I’m American. We just vote for the people though not really the issues, which is interesting. We have referendums and petitions, but not really issue voting. It’s all just party voting as far as I’m aware. The last hour is the roughest. The shops close, the sun goes down, and the crowds thin at 6 but we still have to push on for another hour.
We have gotten to know the street performers and other solicitors who are out there as much as ourselves. Most of them are stationary so I am at least thankful I can move up and down the street and take in all the sights while working. I am not keen on taking in the sights of drunken Irishmen coming out of the pubs on Sunday afternoons after viewing sporting events. Their behavior is embarrassing and often rude.
On the way to clock out, I went by the 2Euro store window and noticed they had set out all their Halloween decorations. I got a wave of excitement since decorating for the Holidays (especially Halloween and Christmas – ironically) has always been my favorite thing. That was followed closely by a wave of despair when I realized buying anything for Halloween or Christmas décor would be a waste of money and not likely to happen. If they have some cheap lights I might splurge on some purple or orange ones. They’re always the best thing to add that feeling of Halloween if you can only get one item. I can make some paper cut outs of bats to go along with them. Then of course the pumpkin bread…that would never be a waste! The recipe I do not have though and will need to get Mom to send it to me via e-mail (hint: hint).
No Banjo was the agenda for the night. We met Roberto, Monica and Demi at Roisin Dubh for the performance. It was just as good as the last and this time I got some footage on camera.
After the concert we went upstairs for a bit. It was easier to talk there since Roberto and Demi speak limited English. Things have to be said often with gestures or by using multiple words till we come to the right one everyone knows. So you can see why communication during the concert was limited. I really enjoy getting to talk to them and pick up a few Spanish words while testing out my limited knowledge and memory of Italian. They both enjoy talking to me because I have no Irish accent, no southern accent (especially here) and I talk much slower than any northern American. I also like to explain things as best I can. Like the word warm for instance. Both Roberto and Demi knew hot and cold, but not warm. I explained with a graduated scale of freezing-cold- warm- hot, which worked well. They are both taking English lessons at the language center in Galway where they certify people to teach English abroad. To get certified, the teachers must practice, so they offer English sessions for a cheap price. Roberto told me I should teach English. I would be very good at it and I explain things well. I was flattered, but not sure that’s something I want to do. I also learned they have been exposed to English for many years now (around ten years with some instruction), and do not have a fluent grasp on the language. I have always been frustrated at my limited (let’s be honest – lack) of foreign language skills, especially with French. I have taken the language throughout high school and two semesters in college. I would think I would know it better than I do, but I’ve realized if I’d use it more I could have a decent grasp on the language and be about the level I should be for an average person learning a language.
Before parting, we all decided to have a dinner party Wednesday night. Everyone is to bring some sort of dish and they picked our apartment as the location. I got all excited! Then I later remembered I’m supposed to work at Amnesty till 8 that night. We close shop at 7 and that is when everyone is coming over, so maybe if I go in early and start cleaning early I can make it a few minutes late. Zach will be here, so it should work out fine.
Now to settle into my new book On Rue Tatin. It is a book about a lady who moves to France to settle into her own countryside home with her French husband whom she met previously on a year long adventure in Paris doing secretarial work for a cooking school and taking cooking classes at night. Have no fear; I’m quite positive I will not be acquiring an Irish husband. I just think the cooking parts and the country are magnificent things to read about, especially since I’ll be going there soon.
I woke up at 10:20 and left for church at the Anglican St. Nicholas Collegiate Church of Galway. It was beautiful inside. It is the largest medieval parish church in Ireland still in constant use. That’s a list of exceptions, but it was pretty nonetheless. Built in 1320, it was named for the patron saint of children, but at that time during the Middle Ages St. Nicholas was more commonly known as the patron saint of sailors. Therefore, most port towns had at least one church in honor of St. Nicholas. The service was alright, but more repetition and readings out of the bulletin than I would like. The sermon was very short and hard to understand again because of the acoustics, and a lot of children at this church were crying. They had communion where everyone goes up and takes bread then drinks out of the same cup. I know that’s how it is commonly done for some, but I’m not for that practice. I took the cup and symbolically drank from it. It is primarily about symbolism anyway, so I don’t feel all that bad for not actually drinking from the same cup as everyone else. The thought process I’m sure is that the Lord will protect you from germs if you are drinking from a cup of His blood, but my thought process is better safe than sorry and I’ll just take the cup in remembrance.
After the service we had about an hour to relax and fix some lunch before hitting Shop Street at 1pm. Today was much colder than yesterday. It drizzled a little bit, so we grabbed rain jackets. That’s the good thing about living in city center. Not far, if I need to get an extra shirt or jacket while on the job. I started the day by putting my under armor on under a long sleeve shirt and the uniform shirt on top. I’m glad I did. It was windy more than anything else, but the sun still came out between clouds. We ran into Marta and Demi and Roberto again today. Everyone is meeting at Roisin Dub for No Banjo’s performance. We made sure to spread the word. During our stamping I saw a lady wearing Carolina jacket. I had just said earlier if I saw someone wearing Carolina I would be sure to stop them and talk. She was with a little group of ladies and they informed me that they were on an Alumni trip with the University. We told them we were in Ireland for a few months working on the weekends and traveling during the week when we get the chance. I found out we beat ECU in the football game yesterday!! Called Leah immediately and left a message. I miss being able to talk to everyone frequently. I need to make more Skype phone calls when I get internet.
We ran into the Kester’s again as well. I asked how Connemara was and I got sodden faces as a response. Mrs. Kester explained they had some problems with the rental car and insurance. The card they were using was not working and if they used something other than Visa or American Express then insurance would have to be paid separate and cost a lot more money. They were getting it sorted out, but it would take a few days so they had remained in Galway for longer. Moral of the story is to always check you’re your insurance and credit card company about coverage before renting a car. Ireland, Iraq, and Iran have exceptions for rental cars and insurance coverage. We talked a little longer, but they said goodbye not wanting us to lose the jobs we had just acquired, but not before they got stamped and headed to Eddie Rockets for a milkshake themselves. They remind me of Pam and Glen, Tim and another lady who let Peanut and I stay in their rental car for the night in Cinque Terra, but even nicer. Mr. Kester suggested that we write this down on our resumes as: Direct Marketing with client interaction for First Star LTD. And that since we are the only ones promoting to find out an estimate of how much we have improved their customer basis and include that. Not a bad idea and something I will definitely look into.
There are about 100,000 people and 25,000 are students. I always seem to end up in student towns. I guess that’s a good thing. Chapel Hill, Florence, Galway. Those numbers help in getting people into Eddie Rockets. Today there were a lot less teenagers out than yesterday. It was much slower, but time seemed to pass a little faster. On our break I got a heart attack on a plate. I’m glad I only get a free meal twice a week and even that might be too much. I got the smokestack burger- bacon, onion ring, beef and special sauce with fries and a hot chocolate; all on the house.
It’s kind of funny how a lot of the teens we stamp will ask us if we’re American. I had one girl ask if we were American or just faking the accent. It took several times to convince her we were actually American. Another kid asked if Eddie Rockets had shipped us over here to work for them - not quite. We usually get the “ah, way cool” response when we admit to being American. Not everyone hates us! I have been told many times to vote yes for healthcare when I say I can’t vote on their EU issues because I’m American. We just vote for the people though not really the issues, which is interesting. We have referendums and petitions, but not really issue voting. It’s all just party voting as far as I’m aware. The last hour is the roughest. The shops close, the sun goes down, and the crowds thin at 6 but we still have to push on for another hour.
We have gotten to know the street performers and other solicitors who are out there as much as ourselves. Most of them are stationary so I am at least thankful I can move up and down the street and take in all the sights while working. I am not keen on taking in the sights of drunken Irishmen coming out of the pubs on Sunday afternoons after viewing sporting events. Their behavior is embarrassing and often rude.
On the way to clock out, I went by the 2Euro store window and noticed they had set out all their Halloween decorations. I got a wave of excitement since decorating for the Holidays (especially Halloween and Christmas – ironically) has always been my favorite thing. That was followed closely by a wave of despair when I realized buying anything for Halloween or Christmas décor would be a waste of money and not likely to happen. If they have some cheap lights I might splurge on some purple or orange ones. They’re always the best thing to add that feeling of Halloween if you can only get one item. I can make some paper cut outs of bats to go along with them. Then of course the pumpkin bread…that would never be a waste! The recipe I do not have though and will need to get Mom to send it to me via e-mail (hint: hint).
No Banjo was the agenda for the night. We met Roberto, Monica and Demi at Roisin Dubh for the performance. It was just as good as the last and this time I got some footage on camera.
After the concert we went upstairs for a bit. It was easier to talk there since Roberto and Demi speak limited English. Things have to be said often with gestures or by using multiple words till we come to the right one everyone knows. So you can see why communication during the concert was limited. I really enjoy getting to talk to them and pick up a few Spanish words while testing out my limited knowledge and memory of Italian. They both enjoy talking to me because I have no Irish accent, no southern accent (especially here) and I talk much slower than any northern American. I also like to explain things as best I can. Like the word warm for instance. Both Roberto and Demi knew hot and cold, but not warm. I explained with a graduated scale of freezing-cold- warm- hot, which worked well. They are both taking English lessons at the language center in Galway where they certify people to teach English abroad. To get certified, the teachers must practice, so they offer English sessions for a cheap price. Roberto told me I should teach English. I would be very good at it and I explain things well. I was flattered, but not sure that’s something I want to do. I also learned they have been exposed to English for many years now (around ten years with some instruction), and do not have a fluent grasp on the language. I have always been frustrated at my limited (let’s be honest – lack) of foreign language skills, especially with French. I have taken the language throughout high school and two semesters in college. I would think I would know it better than I do, but I’ve realized if I’d use it more I could have a decent grasp on the language and be about the level I should be for an average person learning a language.
Before parting, we all decided to have a dinner party Wednesday night. Everyone is to bring some sort of dish and they picked our apartment as the location. I got all excited! Then I later remembered I’m supposed to work at Amnesty till 8 that night. We close shop at 7 and that is when everyone is coming over, so maybe if I go in early and start cleaning early I can make it a few minutes late. Zach will be here, so it should work out fine.
Now to settle into my new book On Rue Tatin. It is a book about a lady who moves to France to settle into her own countryside home with her French husband whom she met previously on a year long adventure in Paris doing secretarial work for a cooking school and taking cooking classes at night. Have no fear; I’m quite positive I will not be acquiring an Irish husband. I just think the cooking parts and the country are magnificent things to read about, especially since I’ll be going there soon.
First Day on the Job
Saturday, September 19, 2009
I like the café work much much more, too bad I don’t get paid for that. I woke up and ate some cereal. Zach and I met Monica at Amnesty and walked to the ferry office from there. We got passes for 26 Euro for the day trip on Monday out to Inishmor. That’s the main island off the coast and the one Hilary and Katelyn are staying on. Zach went to the library from there, and I walked back to the apartment. I stopped in to talk to Mrs. Teresa and I purchased some more blueberries. They come over from Holland. I also mentioned I could help her out in the shop if she were to need me now that Kevin has gone to Scotland. She said she would keep that in mind.
Zach and I started work at Eddie Rockets at 12:30. Mei, the manageress, gave us our uniforms – women’s style t-shirt and baseball cap for me. We hit the main street at 12:45. For three hours I patrolled up and down opposite of Zach asking to stamp people for buy one get one free burgers and milkshakes at Eddie Rockets. There was a good response mostly, especially from the teenage crowd. It became somewhat of a fashion statement for them. The only places that do stamps for entry are currently the nightclubs, which they are too young to get. So this was an exciting thing for them. Many requested multiple stamps up and down the arms and even on the forehead. Zach and I took our break at 3:30. Eddie Rockets was packed. We had to wait for a seat. John was there taking orders, and everyone was in a frenzy. It appeared out efforts were not in vain. We took a seat at the lunch counter and I ordered a Cheesy Chicken Sandwich with chips (fries) and a water…all on the house. I mentioned to John when he took our order that the stamps seemed to be working. He said, “yea, but sometimes it can get a bit too busy to keep up”. Hey, I just send ‘em over, I can’t control ‘em! We ate and went back out a little after 4. This was the hard part. I just wanted to go sit down somewhere. I was full and tired. I still had another 3 hours to go. Zach and I stayed together this time, and that made time go buy a little quicker. I can’t tell you how many times I looked at my cell phone for the time though. I’d say I’m pretty good at what I was doing, but I would still much rather be in the café. When I got a degree from the University of North Carolina at Chapel Hill in Communication Studies and Public Relations, I did not think it would be quite this caliber of associated work. But, hey, I did this to myself. It was my choice to go to Ireland and so far I don’t regret it. I knew I would be doing work like this, or at least similar. I ran into a lady I knew from Amnesty passing out information on the Lisbon Treaty. She said, “ah, we’re both out tormenting the masses”. I agreed, but then I thought about it and while I might be a nuisance to some, others were coming to find us after deciding they wanted a milkshake after all. So we’re doing them a favor if they want it. I would say that I’m not so sure I would want to get stamped with this thing after seeing how many people it stamped today. I ran out of ink (proof I’m doing my job). I’d put money on there not being any kind of antibacterial in the ink that stamps one person’s hand after another.
At exactly 7, we turned in our uniforms and went straight home. Zach passed out on his bed. I made cookies and warmed up last night’s Indian food. I told you all I think about is food over here. It’s crazy. I don’t think I’ve gained weight. I walk so much I couldn’t. The cookies were out of a box I picked up in the grocery store. It’s unusual to have boxed mixes over here. We have a whole isle for them. They might have five at the most to choose from (that includes cookies and cakes). I guess it’s always from scratch. Plus there is a bakery or café every other store, so why would you need to make your own. The mix only made 8 cookies too. I added butter and water. I tasted the batter and could tell they wouldn’t be any good, and they weren’t. I’m ashamed to say I even mixed them, but it was food. Zach and I just finished watching The Nephew on my laptop (a movie borrowed from the Kesters). It was set in Ireland, actually on the small island in the chain we are visiting on Monday. I’m about to go to bed now. I have no energy or desire for anything else. I have to repeat this day all over again tomorrow…joy. The best part will be the smokey bacon burger I’ve already picked out for tomorrow’s meal.
I like the café work much much more, too bad I don’t get paid for that. I woke up and ate some cereal. Zach and I met Monica at Amnesty and walked to the ferry office from there. We got passes for 26 Euro for the day trip on Monday out to Inishmor. That’s the main island off the coast and the one Hilary and Katelyn are staying on. Zach went to the library from there, and I walked back to the apartment. I stopped in to talk to Mrs. Teresa and I purchased some more blueberries. They come over from Holland. I also mentioned I could help her out in the shop if she were to need me now that Kevin has gone to Scotland. She said she would keep that in mind.
Zach and I started work at Eddie Rockets at 12:30. Mei, the manageress, gave us our uniforms – women’s style t-shirt and baseball cap for me. We hit the main street at 12:45. For three hours I patrolled up and down opposite of Zach asking to stamp people for buy one get one free burgers and milkshakes at Eddie Rockets. There was a good response mostly, especially from the teenage crowd. It became somewhat of a fashion statement for them. The only places that do stamps for entry are currently the nightclubs, which they are too young to get. So this was an exciting thing for them. Many requested multiple stamps up and down the arms and even on the forehead. Zach and I took our break at 3:30. Eddie Rockets was packed. We had to wait for a seat. John was there taking orders, and everyone was in a frenzy. It appeared out efforts were not in vain. We took a seat at the lunch counter and I ordered a Cheesy Chicken Sandwich with chips (fries) and a water…all on the house. I mentioned to John when he took our order that the stamps seemed to be working. He said, “yea, but sometimes it can get a bit too busy to keep up”. Hey, I just send ‘em over, I can’t control ‘em! We ate and went back out a little after 4. This was the hard part. I just wanted to go sit down somewhere. I was full and tired. I still had another 3 hours to go. Zach and I stayed together this time, and that made time go buy a little quicker. I can’t tell you how many times I looked at my cell phone for the time though. I’d say I’m pretty good at what I was doing, but I would still much rather be in the café. When I got a degree from the University of North Carolina at Chapel Hill in Communication Studies and Public Relations, I did not think it would be quite this caliber of associated work. But, hey, I did this to myself. It was my choice to go to Ireland and so far I don’t regret it. I knew I would be doing work like this, or at least similar. I ran into a lady I knew from Amnesty passing out information on the Lisbon Treaty. She said, “ah, we’re both out tormenting the masses”. I agreed, but then I thought about it and while I might be a nuisance to some, others were coming to find us after deciding they wanted a milkshake after all. So we’re doing them a favor if they want it. I would say that I’m not so sure I would want to get stamped with this thing after seeing how many people it stamped today. I ran out of ink (proof I’m doing my job). I’d put money on there not being any kind of antibacterial in the ink that stamps one person’s hand after another.
At exactly 7, we turned in our uniforms and went straight home. Zach passed out on his bed. I made cookies and warmed up last night’s Indian food. I told you all I think about is food over here. It’s crazy. I don’t think I’ve gained weight. I walk so much I couldn’t. The cookies were out of a box I picked up in the grocery store. It’s unusual to have boxed mixes over here. We have a whole isle for them. They might have five at the most to choose from (that includes cookies and cakes). I guess it’s always from scratch. Plus there is a bakery or café every other store, so why would you need to make your own. The mix only made 8 cookies too. I added butter and water. I tasted the batter and could tell they wouldn’t be any good, and they weren’t. I’m ashamed to say I even mixed them, but it was food. Zach and I just finished watching The Nephew on my laptop (a movie borrowed from the Kesters). It was set in Ireland, actually on the small island in the chain we are visiting on Monday. I’m about to go to bed now. I have no energy or desire for anything else. I have to repeat this day all over again tomorrow…joy. The best part will be the smokey bacon burger I’ve already picked out for tomorrow’s meal.
No go on child minding
Friday, September 18, 2009
It seemed like if Ann-Marie was going to hire me, she would have called me already.
Julia Roberts has a house out in Commemara
Martin Sheen went to University of Galway after West Wing
Zach and I went to pay rent today. Mrs. Teresa was back from Spain. We told her about the leak in the kitchen. She said it happens when it rains a lot. At least we’re not responsible, but that’s not a good leak to have whenever it rains. She said they had tried to fix it, but hadn’t. I told her about the microwave not heating. She said we would have a new one soon. I went on to the café and Zach went back upstairs. He said she had a new microwave 15 minutes later delivered by the electrical store. Yea!
Today at the café was fun. I worked the busy shift from 1-4.I made lots of coffees and cappuccinos and lattes. I even made three bagel sandwiches today. I met new people at the café. I worked with a guy named Victor from Madrid, Spain. He is 28 and in the middle of University classes. He is learning English, but not quite there yet. He apologized for his inefficiency at the conversation, but I had to apologize for not knowing any Spanish. I was proud of being able to correctly pronounce the cities of Spain having recently visited much of Andalusia. Grace was at work today. Her night last night evidentially lasted much longer after I left her. She had quite a headache this morning.
Still haven’t heard from Ann-Marie.
I was walking around trying to find a café with internet other than the one I normally go to. I’ve gotten two things there and I feel like I’ve exhausted the things I would like on their menu. I did; however, make friends with the owner of Port café. He was even about to offer me a job till he found out I would only be around till December. I seem to be a wasted investment, but I’m a quick learner. I feel like after 7 hours at Amnesty I have a pretty good handle on things. I took every opportunity I could get to use the till! I like working with Marie-Ann too. She will tell you if you do something wrong, but it is in a very instructive way and not condescending. That is a rare quality to have as an overseer.
On my café search, I walked in a few places where I could go everyday for the rest of my time here and never get bored with the menu, but none of them had internet. I feel like if I milk it enough and put some time in, I might get some perks at Port café, but is it worth it?
In one place called Coco café I met a girl working there from California. She wasn’t sure if they had internet, but she told me to try it out anyway. I couldn’t get any, but she and I talked and I found out she was from San Francisco where she had met her Irish boyfriend and had moved over on a work visa, but they would soon be going back to the States together and moving to Boston. She was going to go stay with an aunt in Tuscany at her villa for two weeks before going back. Her mom was meeting her in Italy. I was super jealous. Today was actually her last day at work. I immediately asked if she would need anyone to replace her at her job. She said she would turn in my CV to her manager, and something might come of it. Who knows. Wish she was going to be around, I feel like she would have made a good friend. I actually didn’t even get her name before I left.
No calls from Ann-Marie yet, and she would have been off work for about an hour now.
I feel like I have a fairly good friend base now. Marie-Ann asked me to go back to the café tonight at 6:30 for the book launch they were sponsoring. She wanted to make sure they had a crowd. I told her I would try to. Zach made dinner, which was an Indian beef dish with jalfreezi sauce. It was spicy, but just at my tolerance level, so I liked it. After dinner he went with me to help out in the crowd making. There was a decent crowd when we arrived, but joined in for the free wine and chocolate. I’ve had more chocolate by working at Amnesty, and I love it! I met an Italian named Roberto, and two women from the Canary Islands: Demi and Marta, as well as a Welsh named Joss. We all had a lot of fun talking, mostly about languages and accents – a common introductory topic between internationals. I’ve met more internationals in Galway than I have Irish. I’m not complaining: I love it! They all said I spoke English very well. It was clear and not too fast. They could understand me better than most English speakers. I felt very flattered, but I do have a tendency to speak differently when I know I’m not easily understood. Not to slow that it seems like I’m talking to a child, but I enunciate every word and use more hand gestures than normal. I really don’t do it intentionally, it’s somewhat involuntary. Joss was my first interaction with a transvestite. He now becoming a she, had a really long e-mail address that she was telling Roberto about. I said something along the line of the meaning of his long e-mail. I was corrected by being told that, actually it’s she because of the transition period. Zach and I said goodbye to our new friends. We left Marta and Demi saying we would have to do a cook exchange at each other’s apartments. They are also here till December. They invited us to the music festival at Salthill tomorrow, but since we’re working we said we might meet up afterward.
On the way back from the shop, Zach and I went into Eddie Rockets for a milkshake. Gotta try what we’re promoting. We each ordered an Oreo shake, and it was delicious. I might have finished it a little too quickly, but it was what I was wanting and have been for quite some time. I’ll have no problem promoting that tomorrow. I just hope I can do it for six hours on my feet. Although, I did find out we get to take a break half way through and have a meal on the house! I though that was very nice. So it’s a nice juicy burger for dinner tomorrow.
I called Ann-Marie after dinner. She didn’t answer. I left a message, but she never called back. That seems to be the Irish way of saying “No, thanks”.
Do fruit flies bite? I have some sort of bug bite on my foot. It kind of itches, but it isn’t mosquito. I have seen a few mosquitoes, but I have not received any bites from them. I was able to clean my wound under water today. It seems to be healing well. I treat it like a puppy. I’ll take it out to dry while I’m sitting around the apartment, but when I leave the house, it goes back in its cage. I clean it and feed it antibiotics twice a day. I also get to tell everyone about it.
I devised a plan today that I’m rather excited about. After I get to know Teresa better and around the end of October / November I’m going to start my own little patisserie. I’ll ask Teresa if she will allow me to sell some sweets in her shop downstairs. I’d make fudge, brownies, cookies, pies and whatever else I can cook up. Really just to break even would be great, but to turn a profit would be marvelous! If she will let me, I would in a heart beat. Having the kitchen going would even help to keep the place warmer in the colder months.
I would have never imagined that I could endure such a small wardrobe, but I’m getting along quite nicely. I’m sure by November I’ll want to add to it, but I just have to keep thinking about how much I don’t want to lug around a heavy suitcase.
It seemed like if Ann-Marie was going to hire me, she would have called me already.
Julia Roberts has a house out in Commemara
Martin Sheen went to University of Galway after West Wing
Zach and I went to pay rent today. Mrs. Teresa was back from Spain. We told her about the leak in the kitchen. She said it happens when it rains a lot. At least we’re not responsible, but that’s not a good leak to have whenever it rains. She said they had tried to fix it, but hadn’t. I told her about the microwave not heating. She said we would have a new one soon. I went on to the café and Zach went back upstairs. He said she had a new microwave 15 minutes later delivered by the electrical store. Yea!
Today at the café was fun. I worked the busy shift from 1-4.I made lots of coffees and cappuccinos and lattes. I even made three bagel sandwiches today. I met new people at the café. I worked with a guy named Victor from Madrid, Spain. He is 28 and in the middle of University classes. He is learning English, but not quite there yet. He apologized for his inefficiency at the conversation, but I had to apologize for not knowing any Spanish. I was proud of being able to correctly pronounce the cities of Spain having recently visited much of Andalusia. Grace was at work today. Her night last night evidentially lasted much longer after I left her. She had quite a headache this morning.
Still haven’t heard from Ann-Marie.
I was walking around trying to find a café with internet other than the one I normally go to. I’ve gotten two things there and I feel like I’ve exhausted the things I would like on their menu. I did; however, make friends with the owner of Port café. He was even about to offer me a job till he found out I would only be around till December. I seem to be a wasted investment, but I’m a quick learner. I feel like after 7 hours at Amnesty I have a pretty good handle on things. I took every opportunity I could get to use the till! I like working with Marie-Ann too. She will tell you if you do something wrong, but it is in a very instructive way and not condescending. That is a rare quality to have as an overseer.
On my café search, I walked in a few places where I could go everyday for the rest of my time here and never get bored with the menu, but none of them had internet. I feel like if I milk it enough and put some time in, I might get some perks at Port café, but is it worth it?
In one place called Coco café I met a girl working there from California. She wasn’t sure if they had internet, but she told me to try it out anyway. I couldn’t get any, but she and I talked and I found out she was from San Francisco where she had met her Irish boyfriend and had moved over on a work visa, but they would soon be going back to the States together and moving to Boston. She was going to go stay with an aunt in Tuscany at her villa for two weeks before going back. Her mom was meeting her in Italy. I was super jealous. Today was actually her last day at work. I immediately asked if she would need anyone to replace her at her job. She said she would turn in my CV to her manager, and something might come of it. Who knows. Wish she was going to be around, I feel like she would have made a good friend. I actually didn’t even get her name before I left.
No calls from Ann-Marie yet, and she would have been off work for about an hour now.
I feel like I have a fairly good friend base now. Marie-Ann asked me to go back to the café tonight at 6:30 for the book launch they were sponsoring. She wanted to make sure they had a crowd. I told her I would try to. Zach made dinner, which was an Indian beef dish with jalfreezi sauce. It was spicy, but just at my tolerance level, so I liked it. After dinner he went with me to help out in the crowd making. There was a decent crowd when we arrived, but joined in for the free wine and chocolate. I’ve had more chocolate by working at Amnesty, and I love it! I met an Italian named Roberto, and two women from the Canary Islands: Demi and Marta, as well as a Welsh named Joss. We all had a lot of fun talking, mostly about languages and accents – a common introductory topic between internationals. I’ve met more internationals in Galway than I have Irish. I’m not complaining: I love it! They all said I spoke English very well. It was clear and not too fast. They could understand me better than most English speakers. I felt very flattered, but I do have a tendency to speak differently when I know I’m not easily understood. Not to slow that it seems like I’m talking to a child, but I enunciate every word and use more hand gestures than normal. I really don’t do it intentionally, it’s somewhat involuntary. Joss was my first interaction with a transvestite. He now becoming a she, had a really long e-mail address that she was telling Roberto about. I said something along the line of the meaning of his long e-mail. I was corrected by being told that, actually it’s she because of the transition period. Zach and I said goodbye to our new friends. We left Marta and Demi saying we would have to do a cook exchange at each other’s apartments. They are also here till December. They invited us to the music festival at Salthill tomorrow, but since we’re working we said we might meet up afterward.
On the way back from the shop, Zach and I went into Eddie Rockets for a milkshake. Gotta try what we’re promoting. We each ordered an Oreo shake, and it was delicious. I might have finished it a little too quickly, but it was what I was wanting and have been for quite some time. I’ll have no problem promoting that tomorrow. I just hope I can do it for six hours on my feet. Although, I did find out we get to take a break half way through and have a meal on the house! I though that was very nice. So it’s a nice juicy burger for dinner tomorrow.
I called Ann-Marie after dinner. She didn’t answer. I left a message, but she never called back. That seems to be the Irish way of saying “No, thanks”.
Do fruit flies bite? I have some sort of bug bite on my foot. It kind of itches, but it isn’t mosquito. I have seen a few mosquitoes, but I have not received any bites from them. I was able to clean my wound under water today. It seems to be healing well. I treat it like a puppy. I’ll take it out to dry while I’m sitting around the apartment, but when I leave the house, it goes back in its cage. I clean it and feed it antibiotics twice a day. I also get to tell everyone about it.
I devised a plan today that I’m rather excited about. After I get to know Teresa better and around the end of October / November I’m going to start my own little patisserie. I’ll ask Teresa if she will allow me to sell some sweets in her shop downstairs. I’d make fudge, brownies, cookies, pies and whatever else I can cook up. Really just to break even would be great, but to turn a profit would be marvelous! If she will let me, I would in a heart beat. Having the kitchen going would even help to keep the place warmer in the colder months.
I would have never imagined that I could endure such a small wardrobe, but I’m getting along quite nicely. I’m sure by November I’ll want to add to it, but I just have to keep thinking about how much I don’t want to lug around a heavy suitcase.
Friday, September 18, 2009
I’d like to point out that I write these entries usually at the end of the day they happen or the next morning so that the events are fresh and filled with almost the same passion as the experiences I write about. I want to be able to look back at this and really tell by the writing what kind of emotions and reactions I had. That said, I do not always get the chance to go back and make corrections to mistakes. If you happen to find any mistakes and wish to inform me, please do tell me the location, so I can try to change it now before I get back and have less time to revise.
Culture Conscious
Thursday, September 17, 2009
I woke up for my meeting with Ann-Marie at 9:30. I wasn’t sure how casual or dressed up to go, but I decided on dress slacks and a black turtleneck that seemed to work well. As I was getting ready I realized I should have printed out a CV stating all my experience with children. I had about 20 minutes to type one up and get it printed next door. I made it five minutes early to the interview. We sat down to talk about what I would be required to do and when. She thought I was here for about a year, so it was disappointing to learn I would be leaving before Christmas. She wanted someone till June when their schooling ends. However, she had no doubt I would be good with the children. She liked my resume and that I was a swimmer since her children are as well. She especially liked the fact I was American. So far all her nannies have been foreign and the children love it. It is a great way for them to get to know another culture and learn. I would like the same for any children I have one day. She has two girls 9 and 10 and one boy 5. They are old enough to play on their own and friends in the neighborhood, but I would still stay with the boy. They live about 2 miles from city center – about a 30-40 min walk. I would probably rent that bike if they hired me so I could get there faster. It sounds like a wonderful opportunity. I would work 12-6 T,R,F and still have Mondays and Wednesdays to do whatever and work at the café. I would actually have a full schedule! It would greatly cut into the ability to travel and limit me to day trips, but it would be better than trying to find stuff to do all the time. And I’d be making money instead of spending it. I prayed about it, and whatever the outcome is what is meant to be.
I went out the pharmacy to try to figure out what kind of bandage this adhesive but nonstick to wound stuff is. I had only a piece of it left and no packaging indication as to what it was. The pharmacist wasn’t sure either, but told me to try another place. They thought it might be duoderm, but were not sure either. It was not in stock if it was. I was told to try the pharmacy out near the university beside the hospital. They would have a better bandage stock. This was a walk, but I didn’t have anything on my agenda at the moment. I found the pharmacy and they had the duoderm!! Pharmacies here are not like at home. There are not all these rival brands competing against each other. They all seem to be individually owned. On my way back I made a few detours shopping. I had not really explored the retail side of Galway with the exception of begging for a job. I bought one 7 euro dress and that was enough to satisfy. I picked up some spinach and red onions from the grocer and went home to start on dinner. I heated up a late lunch of pie leftovers and started on putting together a pasta fresca. I chopped up spinach, red onion, roma tomatoes and parsley. I mixed balsamic vinegar and olive oil and let it sit while I boiled penne pasta. I drained the pasta and mixed in white wine, balsamic, olive oil and parmesan cheese. I combined the two mixtures and stuck it in the fridge for later.
Zach and I purchased plane tickets to London. The dates we wanted changed in price drastically, so we picked a different week later in October. If I do get the job babysitting, I had given her the dates I would be unable to work. Hopefully switching weeks won’t be a problem. I guess I’ll cross that bridge when I get to it. I feel like it is 50/50 right now anyway and I hate waiting. I want to know, so I can make plans. I need my plans even though they are subject to change, I just want to make them!
For dinner, I reheated the pasta and topped it with feta cheese. I cooked a loaf of garlic bread Zach had and dinner turned out rather tasty. Pasta without tomato sauce…that’s a new one for me.
Monica had asked me to be at Amnesty from 7-9. They open till 8 on Thursday because like Friday and Saturday are out big shopping days; Thursday is Ireland’s. When I got there I saw one customer and then Marie-Ann and another volunteer were sitting down having scones and drinking coffee. She asked me to join them. The scones were getting dry and needing to be thrown out, so we enjoyed them instead of wasting them. Since it was so slow, she had decided to close early. Usually the have live music on Thursdays as well, but the band did not show up. Marie-Ann loves chocolate as much as I do and there is a whole box in the storeroom of delicious milk chocolate that’s out of date. It’s fair game for the employees though. She offered me some of that too. By the time I finished off half a bar and a hot chocolate. I could feel a little bit of a rush and a headache coming on. Chocolate overload! I helped clean up and close down the shop. Monica showed up at the end asking if I wanted to go out for a drink. I declined on the drink and I was feeling really tired, but since I got off earlier than expected I told her I would join her. We went to Blue Note, a pub/bar popular for its music venue. I really liked the atmosphere. We sat on the side patio, which is also the smoking section. Minus the hazy cloud (which could have added to the ambiance) it was cozy with heat lamps and dim lighting. I really enjoyed out conversation which ranged from things like languages, accents and expressions to relationships, Geminis (which both of us are, but not really horoscopes), and social customs etc. Grace, from Amnesty, showed up with some friends and came over to our table to talk for awhile. Both of them are easy and fun to converse with. That makes a big difference in how much time you can spend around a person. I asked Monica if she minded me asking (after her third cigarette) how many she usually smoked a day. Too many she said, but after her next two packs she was quitting and quitting sugar as well. I just said that other than maybe one or two people, I’m just not used to people smoking and I was curious because I’ve noticed that the majority of Europeans smoke. We left Blue Note around 10:30 and walked over to Monica’s apartment. She lived just across the street in a cozy 3 bedroom place she shared with Spanish girl, Loraine who I did not meet, and another girl who is on a dig excavating something in England I think. She had wanted me to see some pictures she took with her camera. I think that will be one of my first investments when I get a salary – a nice camera. It makes a world of difference in quality, but you just have to be willing to lug it around and learn how to use it. She asked if I was heading home, or wanted to stay. I said I would stay and she made us cranberry green tea. I think I’ll start getting accustomed to drinking tea in Ireland like I acquired a taste for wine in Italy.
Monica knew we drove a lot, but she was amazed to think about how often we really did drive. We drive ten minutes walk down the road. I would drive to Sarah’s house three blocks over. There are many places I could walk instead of drive, but it takes longer, it isn’t as safe because usually only the drunken bums without cars walk, and the sidewalks end. America is not as structured for walking. It’s very spread out. I have not once walked to buy my groceries (unless I walked to the Piggly Wiggly at the beach a road over) and often even if I did, especially at home, we could not carry all the items back with us. It usually covers the trunk and we make two to three trips to get them from the car into the house. How would the salad last she asked. I’m not sure, we use them and then get more later, or go without for a bit till we go back (salad, not just what we put dressing one, but veggie items in general). Another custom she can’t believe on the American TV shows and movies she sees is not taking ones shoes off at the door. I walked into her apartment and was just walking around. She suggested I take off my shoes and make myself comfortable. I don’t like sock feet that much because my feet get cold easily and heaven forbid I accidentally step in water with socks on! But she said it again to take off my shoes and asked if it was not customary to do so. I said I rarely do unless I’ve been in mud. She said shoes are dirty and then they track through the house and don’t most Americans have carpet. That must be awful if you don’t take off your shoes. I thought about a minute then came to a realization that we drive. We don’t walk. Our shoes wouldn’t be half as dirty as if we walked everywhere. She thought this was a good deduction as well. There is always the old standby that Americans as always in such a hurry that taking the time to get the shoes off and back on would be too much out of our fast-paced lives to endure. I really just don’t like cold feet.
We watched a little TV, but mainly listened to music. A lot of her stuff I had never heard before because unless you really look for it, world artists are not readily available like they are outside of America. The rest of the world constantly listens to a of it, but it seems like America has a shield around it and radio stations for the most part only play American music, o musicians that have made a presence in America. She showed me a TV guide listing of the shows in Norway. Mostly American, so they must learn English in order to watch TV. Kind of unusual. It seems that the culture and social aspects of America have much more influence than the political side.
I woke up for my meeting with Ann-Marie at 9:30. I wasn’t sure how casual or dressed up to go, but I decided on dress slacks and a black turtleneck that seemed to work well. As I was getting ready I realized I should have printed out a CV stating all my experience with children. I had about 20 minutes to type one up and get it printed next door. I made it five minutes early to the interview. We sat down to talk about what I would be required to do and when. She thought I was here for about a year, so it was disappointing to learn I would be leaving before Christmas. She wanted someone till June when their schooling ends. However, she had no doubt I would be good with the children. She liked my resume and that I was a swimmer since her children are as well. She especially liked the fact I was American. So far all her nannies have been foreign and the children love it. It is a great way for them to get to know another culture and learn. I would like the same for any children I have one day. She has two girls 9 and 10 and one boy 5. They are old enough to play on their own and friends in the neighborhood, but I would still stay with the boy. They live about 2 miles from city center – about a 30-40 min walk. I would probably rent that bike if they hired me so I could get there faster. It sounds like a wonderful opportunity. I would work 12-6 T,R,F and still have Mondays and Wednesdays to do whatever and work at the café. I would actually have a full schedule! It would greatly cut into the ability to travel and limit me to day trips, but it would be better than trying to find stuff to do all the time. And I’d be making money instead of spending it. I prayed about it, and whatever the outcome is what is meant to be.
I went out the pharmacy to try to figure out what kind of bandage this adhesive but nonstick to wound stuff is. I had only a piece of it left and no packaging indication as to what it was. The pharmacist wasn’t sure either, but told me to try another place. They thought it might be duoderm, but were not sure either. It was not in stock if it was. I was told to try the pharmacy out near the university beside the hospital. They would have a better bandage stock. This was a walk, but I didn’t have anything on my agenda at the moment. I found the pharmacy and they had the duoderm!! Pharmacies here are not like at home. There are not all these rival brands competing against each other. They all seem to be individually owned. On my way back I made a few detours shopping. I had not really explored the retail side of Galway with the exception of begging for a job. I bought one 7 euro dress and that was enough to satisfy. I picked up some spinach and red onions from the grocer and went home to start on dinner. I heated up a late lunch of pie leftovers and started on putting together a pasta fresca. I chopped up spinach, red onion, roma tomatoes and parsley. I mixed balsamic vinegar and olive oil and let it sit while I boiled penne pasta. I drained the pasta and mixed in white wine, balsamic, olive oil and parmesan cheese. I combined the two mixtures and stuck it in the fridge for later.
Zach and I purchased plane tickets to London. The dates we wanted changed in price drastically, so we picked a different week later in October. If I do get the job babysitting, I had given her the dates I would be unable to work. Hopefully switching weeks won’t be a problem. I guess I’ll cross that bridge when I get to it. I feel like it is 50/50 right now anyway and I hate waiting. I want to know, so I can make plans. I need my plans even though they are subject to change, I just want to make them!
For dinner, I reheated the pasta and topped it with feta cheese. I cooked a loaf of garlic bread Zach had and dinner turned out rather tasty. Pasta without tomato sauce…that’s a new one for me.
Monica had asked me to be at Amnesty from 7-9. They open till 8 on Thursday because like Friday and Saturday are out big shopping days; Thursday is Ireland’s. When I got there I saw one customer and then Marie-Ann and another volunteer were sitting down having scones and drinking coffee. She asked me to join them. The scones were getting dry and needing to be thrown out, so we enjoyed them instead of wasting them. Since it was so slow, she had decided to close early. Usually the have live music on Thursdays as well, but the band did not show up. Marie-Ann loves chocolate as much as I do and there is a whole box in the storeroom of delicious milk chocolate that’s out of date. It’s fair game for the employees though. She offered me some of that too. By the time I finished off half a bar and a hot chocolate. I could feel a little bit of a rush and a headache coming on. Chocolate overload! I helped clean up and close down the shop. Monica showed up at the end asking if I wanted to go out for a drink. I declined on the drink and I was feeling really tired, but since I got off earlier than expected I told her I would join her. We went to Blue Note, a pub/bar popular for its music venue. I really liked the atmosphere. We sat on the side patio, which is also the smoking section. Minus the hazy cloud (which could have added to the ambiance) it was cozy with heat lamps and dim lighting. I really enjoyed out conversation which ranged from things like languages, accents and expressions to relationships, Geminis (which both of us are, but not really horoscopes), and social customs etc. Grace, from Amnesty, showed up with some friends and came over to our table to talk for awhile. Both of them are easy and fun to converse with. That makes a big difference in how much time you can spend around a person. I asked Monica if she minded me asking (after her third cigarette) how many she usually smoked a day. Too many she said, but after her next two packs she was quitting and quitting sugar as well. I just said that other than maybe one or two people, I’m just not used to people smoking and I was curious because I’ve noticed that the majority of Europeans smoke. We left Blue Note around 10:30 and walked over to Monica’s apartment. She lived just across the street in a cozy 3 bedroom place she shared with Spanish girl, Loraine who I did not meet, and another girl who is on a dig excavating something in England I think. She had wanted me to see some pictures she took with her camera. I think that will be one of my first investments when I get a salary – a nice camera. It makes a world of difference in quality, but you just have to be willing to lug it around and learn how to use it. She asked if I was heading home, or wanted to stay. I said I would stay and she made us cranberry green tea. I think I’ll start getting accustomed to drinking tea in Ireland like I acquired a taste for wine in Italy.
Monica knew we drove a lot, but she was amazed to think about how often we really did drive. We drive ten minutes walk down the road. I would drive to Sarah’s house three blocks over. There are many places I could walk instead of drive, but it takes longer, it isn’t as safe because usually only the drunken bums without cars walk, and the sidewalks end. America is not as structured for walking. It’s very spread out. I have not once walked to buy my groceries (unless I walked to the Piggly Wiggly at the beach a road over) and often even if I did, especially at home, we could not carry all the items back with us. It usually covers the trunk and we make two to three trips to get them from the car into the house. How would the salad last she asked. I’m not sure, we use them and then get more later, or go without for a bit till we go back (salad, not just what we put dressing one, but veggie items in general). Another custom she can’t believe on the American TV shows and movies she sees is not taking ones shoes off at the door. I walked into her apartment and was just walking around. She suggested I take off my shoes and make myself comfortable. I don’t like sock feet that much because my feet get cold easily and heaven forbid I accidentally step in water with socks on! But she said it again to take off my shoes and asked if it was not customary to do so. I said I rarely do unless I’ve been in mud. She said shoes are dirty and then they track through the house and don’t most Americans have carpet. That must be awful if you don’t take off your shoes. I thought about a minute then came to a realization that we drive. We don’t walk. Our shoes wouldn’t be half as dirty as if we walked everywhere. She thought this was a good deduction as well. There is always the old standby that Americans as always in such a hurry that taking the time to get the shoes off and back on would be too much out of our fast-paced lives to endure. I really just don’t like cold feet.
We watched a little TV, but mainly listened to music. A lot of her stuff I had never heard before because unless you really look for it, world artists are not readily available like they are outside of America. The rest of the world constantly listens to a of it, but it seems like America has a shield around it and radio stations for the most part only play American music, o musicians that have made a presence in America. She showed me a TV guide listing of the shows in Norway. Mostly American, so they must learn English in order to watch TV. Kind of unusual. It seems that the culture and social aspects of America have much more influence than the political side.
A little Southern Hospitality in Ireland
Wednesday, September 16, 2009
I had kind of a short day today. My finger seems to be much improved. No bloody sheets when I woke up this morning. The main attraction today was dinner. Zach and I met the Kesters at 5:30 at the bridge. Mrs. Kester wanted to get some pictures while the sun was in a good place, so we walked around the river area for a bit before heading to their place for dinner. It was nice two bedroom cottage with a patio shared with next door. Billy, a well-behaved black lab, patrolled the back patio and even joined us for dinner. When we arrived Mrs. Kester poured some bitter lime seltzer for everyone and we sat at the table on the patio drinking and eating pita bread and hummus. The seltzer was really good. She apologized, but told us they did not drink alcoholic beverages. I was quite fine with that, but I had brought a bottle of wine. I wasn’t sure what to do, but I felt like it was customary back home to do something like that, so I had it just in case. Upon hearing that, I just didn’t mention the wine and enjoyed the seltzer instead. It was easy to carry on a conversation with them. We talked about a lot of things. Mr. Kester is currently at Washington and Lee University. He teaches accounting and financial classes. He has taken a lot of sabbaticals, and every year they spend June in Slovenia and August in Australia as part of his teaching agenda. They’ve been to at least Fiji and Singapore for his teaching and have done ample traveling. We talked about skydiving and scuba diving. The latter of which he has much experience, and the former of which he hopes to do. I recommended both! Zach and I discovered that we both took fencing from Coach Miller at Carolina, just different classes, but the same year. I also discovered that the Kesters were in Florence, Italy, during the time I was last summer and we all enjoyed La Carraria – the gelato place I visited multiple times a week for the best priced and most delicious flavors. We could have been in the same place at the same time! They seemed to really enjoy Montepulciano. That was one of my favorite little hill towns as well, but when I was there most of it was closed down for the mid day siesta.
Mrs. Kester talked about traveling when her boys were younger. They were coming back from Singapore by way of Greece to visit a relative doing some excavating in the country. They then went on a European vacation that was done as a package, but it was so many days of a rental car and then so many days of trains but you got to design the package how you wanted to. She said it was years ago and couldn’t remember the company they did it with. To be exact is was 1989 and Communism had just fallen. Budapest was on their itinerary right before one of her sons turned 16 where she planned to celebrate in Lucerne, Switzerland. Mr. Kester ended up pulling his back in Hungry and was unable to complete the rest of the journey. Uneasy about the medical care in the rather unstable (especially at that time) country where nurses really were wearing the white dress and go-go boots, Mr. Kester got his plane ticket changed for an earlier flight into New York. The rest of the family changed direction and flew later from Amsterdam to make it in time for Mr. Kester’s surgery in The States. Quite an adventure if you ask me. She said they were in the clinic in Hungry getting him checked and they administered a shot of pain killer, but that left them wondering if they had changed the needle because while waiting they saw a drug addict go in crazy and come out calm and motioning he got a shot for a fix. Scary stuff, but everything turned out ok.
For dinner we had a Moroccan salad consisting of carrots, oranges and black olives. We had rice with mushrooms and something else. The meat was meatballs Mr. Kester had rolled with a special spicy spice from Melbourne, but it was Lebanese I think. It was all very good, but I had filled up on lime seltzer and black currant juice. The black currant juice was very syrupy, so we added apple juice and seltzer to it. The food was unique to my stomach, but tasty; however, dinner conversation turned to talking about trying new foods and eating foreign meats as well as the occasional stomach problems which can arise, but shouldn’t cause one to forego trying new things. This is all true, but it wasn’t the best thing to think about at that time for me. I started feeling a little queasy myself. I took a break from eating, but finished my plate. It had gotten a little chilly (but no rain!!), so we moved inside for dessert. Mrs. Kester offered for Zach and me to go through a movie collection she picked up at a thrift shop and borrow what we liked. I picked out a Sophia Loren movie, a movie with Michelle Pfeffier and The Nephew with Pierce Brosnan (set in Ireland). For dessert she had a warm apple pie and cinnamon/cardamom tea. The apple pie was topped with real whipped cream, which we watched Mr. Kester make in a jar. It was brilliant. I make my own whipped cream as well – 1pint of whipping cream, ¾ c. sugar and 1 tsp. vanilla, but I always need a mixer to make it or it is usually too soupy. They used a jar to shake it in and it worked just as well. I’m glad to have discovered that trick. That was the first time I’ve ever had apple pie, and it was actually pretty good. I doubt I’d like just any apple pie, but this one was right tasty. Also, my first tea experience outside of a chi tea. I’ve had two kinds of chi. One Lori makes that is really good and kind of creamy, and one I had at a café in Chapel Hill that I couldn’t even drink it was so bad. I need to know how Lori makes hers.
Overall we stayed at the Kester’s till 10pm making it a good four hours with them. It was so nice of them to have invited us over. That was a meal I’ll never forget because of the superb hospitality and conversation.
I had kind of a short day today. My finger seems to be much improved. No bloody sheets when I woke up this morning. The main attraction today was dinner. Zach and I met the Kesters at 5:30 at the bridge. Mrs. Kester wanted to get some pictures while the sun was in a good place, so we walked around the river area for a bit before heading to their place for dinner. It was nice two bedroom cottage with a patio shared with next door. Billy, a well-behaved black lab, patrolled the back patio and even joined us for dinner. When we arrived Mrs. Kester poured some bitter lime seltzer for everyone and we sat at the table on the patio drinking and eating pita bread and hummus. The seltzer was really good. She apologized, but told us they did not drink alcoholic beverages. I was quite fine with that, but I had brought a bottle of wine. I wasn’t sure what to do, but I felt like it was customary back home to do something like that, so I had it just in case. Upon hearing that, I just didn’t mention the wine and enjoyed the seltzer instead. It was easy to carry on a conversation with them. We talked about a lot of things. Mr. Kester is currently at Washington and Lee University. He teaches accounting and financial classes. He has taken a lot of sabbaticals, and every year they spend June in Slovenia and August in Australia as part of his teaching agenda. They’ve been to at least Fiji and Singapore for his teaching and have done ample traveling. We talked about skydiving and scuba diving. The latter of which he has much experience, and the former of which he hopes to do. I recommended both! Zach and I discovered that we both took fencing from Coach Miller at Carolina, just different classes, but the same year. I also discovered that the Kesters were in Florence, Italy, during the time I was last summer and we all enjoyed La Carraria – the gelato place I visited multiple times a week for the best priced and most delicious flavors. We could have been in the same place at the same time! They seemed to really enjoy Montepulciano. That was one of my favorite little hill towns as well, but when I was there most of it was closed down for the mid day siesta.
Mrs. Kester talked about traveling when her boys were younger. They were coming back from Singapore by way of Greece to visit a relative doing some excavating in the country. They then went on a European vacation that was done as a package, but it was so many days of a rental car and then so many days of trains but you got to design the package how you wanted to. She said it was years ago and couldn’t remember the company they did it with. To be exact is was 1989 and Communism had just fallen. Budapest was on their itinerary right before one of her sons turned 16 where she planned to celebrate in Lucerne, Switzerland. Mr. Kester ended up pulling his back in Hungry and was unable to complete the rest of the journey. Uneasy about the medical care in the rather unstable (especially at that time) country where nurses really were wearing the white dress and go-go boots, Mr. Kester got his plane ticket changed for an earlier flight into New York. The rest of the family changed direction and flew later from Amsterdam to make it in time for Mr. Kester’s surgery in The States. Quite an adventure if you ask me. She said they were in the clinic in Hungry getting him checked and they administered a shot of pain killer, but that left them wondering if they had changed the needle because while waiting they saw a drug addict go in crazy and come out calm and motioning he got a shot for a fix. Scary stuff, but everything turned out ok.
For dinner we had a Moroccan salad consisting of carrots, oranges and black olives. We had rice with mushrooms and something else. The meat was meatballs Mr. Kester had rolled with a special spicy spice from Melbourne, but it was Lebanese I think. It was all very good, but I had filled up on lime seltzer and black currant juice. The black currant juice was very syrupy, so we added apple juice and seltzer to it. The food was unique to my stomach, but tasty; however, dinner conversation turned to talking about trying new foods and eating foreign meats as well as the occasional stomach problems which can arise, but shouldn’t cause one to forego trying new things. This is all true, but it wasn’t the best thing to think about at that time for me. I started feeling a little queasy myself. I took a break from eating, but finished my plate. It had gotten a little chilly (but no rain!!), so we moved inside for dessert. Mrs. Kester offered for Zach and me to go through a movie collection she picked up at a thrift shop and borrow what we liked. I picked out a Sophia Loren movie, a movie with Michelle Pfeffier and The Nephew with Pierce Brosnan (set in Ireland). For dessert she had a warm apple pie and cinnamon/cardamom tea. The apple pie was topped with real whipped cream, which we watched Mr. Kester make in a jar. It was brilliant. I make my own whipped cream as well – 1pint of whipping cream, ¾ c. sugar and 1 tsp. vanilla, but I always need a mixer to make it or it is usually too soupy. They used a jar to shake it in and it worked just as well. I’m glad to have discovered that trick. That was the first time I’ve ever had apple pie, and it was actually pretty good. I doubt I’d like just any apple pie, but this one was right tasty. Also, my first tea experience outside of a chi tea. I’ve had two kinds of chi. One Lori makes that is really good and kind of creamy, and one I had at a café in Chapel Hill that I couldn’t even drink it was so bad. I need to know how Lori makes hers.
Overall we stayed at the Kester’s till 10pm making it a good four hours with them. It was so nice of them to have invited us over. That was a meal I’ll never forget because of the superb hospitality and conversation.
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