An American girl in Dublinby Annie Tanner
- The tourists, beauty and sights and sounds of Edinburgh
- From the birthplace of Harry Potter to a maze of streets, a weekend in Edinburgh
- Can we talk? Frustration of dealing with the Irish inability to share
- Wet Wicklow weekends full of rolling hills and outdoor activity
- Honored and blessed, singing Handel's "Messiah" at the Clifden Arts Festival
corny now, but I also want to mention that I felt very aware of how lucky I was all night. Lying in a field watching a meteor shower in Ireland? Pretty amazing as a young woman from a foreign country that basically idolizes this place. So many American college students come to Ireland to study abroad every year, many of them really wanting the "real" experience - to befriend natives and get to see wonderful things without being tourists - but, just as anyone does when put anywhere foreign, many end up only spending time with other Americans, and entertaining themselves the same way they would back on campus. I know that I'm having the experience they hope to have, and it takes special moments like Monday night to remind me not to take that for granted.
I have been working a huge amount of hours at work the last two or three weeks due to school book end-of-summer madness - I worked 16 days in a row, had two off, and am now in the middle of a 12 day stint. I am tired, I am not getting anything done in the evenings, I am a little bit cranky. All that was OK last week though, because I was looking forward to a very special outing on Friday after work: I bought Kev and myself tickets to Riverdance! Deedle-ee-ay-di-ay!
It's playing at the Gaiety Theater all summer, and I finally got my act together and booked two of the second-cheapest seats (35 euros each), which put us in the third or fourth row of the highest seating area.
It is now August – as always, the summer is just shooting on by. The heat wave finally broke here, and today was actually downright chilly. In New England, August is the hottest and muggiest month of the year, but in Ireland, August is already looking towards fall. I’m much more of a jeans and a jacket type of gal rather than shorts and tank tops though, and I get sunburned after about three minutes in light, so I’m definitely not complaining.