Friday, August 1 at 9:41am
I just pictured myself typing the above date and time with the Big Brother voice. Just when my mind had begun making the switch to culturally Irish - I'm ripped back to the US!
Yesterday was in the office. Slept in, played guitar, transferred photos, and did some wiki lessons. Went home, packed, cooked, ate, watched a movie. Not much to share at this point. Saying goodbye to so many wonderful people this afternoon will be difficult.
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Sunday, August 3rd at 12:35am
So this separation has been incredibly difficult for me. I have fallen in love with Donegal. The rest of Ireland is great, but the land and people of Donegal will forever hold a special place in my heart. I'm going to miss the craic, the free-flowing curses, football, properly poured Guinness, toast, and Irish Cadbury (especially when you split a twirl or other chocolate). I've met some all-star people who I hope to see in the future!
I spent eight hours today in Dublin airport after five hours on the bus from Falcarragh to Dublin (I left at 7:25am - 7:10am from the house). I sat next to a Polynesian woman on the bus who smelled like hand lotion and spoke with one of a contingent of twelve Texans. In the airport, I struck up a conversation with a Spanish girl (in Spanish, no less) so that I could leave my luggage for five minutes to use the little girl's room.
After finishing The Servant Leader last night, I began McCarthy's Bar (one of my wonderful gifts) today at the airport. By the time boarding began, I had read 210 out of 372 pages and I'm currently at page 259. Some accurate and wonderful quotes:
page 26:
'Do you know what I love about the Irish?'
I shake my head.
'The way they don't seem to be after your money. Everyone else in the world is. But the Irish don't care. They just want to know everything about you instead. I love it.'
page 161: This seems to be Ireland's power. After about ten minutes, everyone feels like they belong here.
page 210: It's no coincidence that the style of writing know as stream of consciousness was pioneered by Irish authors. Critics have missed the point, however, in regarding it as a radical, experimental reaction against literary convention. For many Irish people, the avant-garde monologue is the most commonplace form of everyday speech; and a very liberating thing it is too. Like the best kind of journey, it's always liable to veer off in entirely unexpected directions and lead you to destinations you might never otherwise have considered.
page 232: There's a roundabout of such consummate ugliness on the Galway ring road that it would have been refused planning permission in New Jersey.
I've at last made it London (to Ealing, more exactly) to the wonderful hospitality of my cousin and her fiance. Tomorrow I see all the relatives. I am very happy to be here.
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Sunday, August 3rd at 12:35am
So this separation has been incredibly difficult for me. I have fallen in love with Donegal. The rest of Ireland is great, but the land and people of Donegal will forever hold a special place in my heart. I'm going to miss the craic, the free-flowing curses, football, properly poured Guinness, toast, and Irish Cadbury (especially when you split a twirl or other chocolate). I've met some all-star people who I hope to see in the future!
I spent eight hours today in Dublin airport after five hours on the bus from Falcarragh to Dublin (I left at 7:25am - 7:10am from the house). I sat next to a Polynesian woman on the bus who smelled like hand lotion and spoke with one of a contingent of twelve Texans. In the airport, I struck up a conversation with a Spanish girl (in Spanish, no less) so that I could leave my luggage for five minutes to use the little girl's room.
After finishing The Servant Leader last night, I began McCarthy's Bar (one of my wonderful gifts) today at the airport. By the time boarding began, I had read 210 out of 372 pages and I'm currently at page 259. Some accurate and wonderful quotes:
page 26:
'Do you know what I love about the Irish?'
I shake my head.
'The way they don't seem to be after your money. Everyone else in the world is. But the Irish don't care. They just want to know everything about you instead. I love it.'
page 161: This seems to be Ireland's power. After about ten minutes, everyone feels like they belong here.
page 210: It's no coincidence that the style of writing know as stream of consciousness was pioneered by Irish authors. Critics have missed the point, however, in regarding it as a radical, experimental reaction against literary convention. For many Irish people, the avant-garde monologue is the most commonplace form of everyday speech; and a very liberating thing it is too. Like the best kind of journey, it's always liable to veer off in entirely unexpected directions and lead you to destinations you might never otherwise have considered.
page 232: There's a roundabout of such consummate ugliness on the Galway ring road that it would have been refused planning permission in New Jersey.
I've at last made it London (to Ealing, more exactly) to the wonderful hospitality of my cousin and her fiance. Tomorrow I see all the relatives. I am very happy to be here.
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