Maybe Ron had a point when he famously noted Hermonine’s lack of concrete confidence in her priorities. If you may recall, prior to my arrival in the wonderful green isle of Ireland, capturing the heart of an Irish prince was number one on my Study Abroad Bucket List. Sure the shimmery ginger locks, and never faltering hospitality sounded intriguing, but like most stereotypes, you can really only expect the unexpected these days. Though I don’t want to put to shame a flock of Irish descending gentlemen, the type of guy I have encountered at the various clubs seems to fall outside the ideal expectation of a desired luck man.
This past Thursday as part of International week, 6 euros bought us a bus ride and entry into the Orchard, a classy bar featuring heat lamps and string lights outdoors, while a lively hipster DJ spun a selection of mainstream + nostalgic 90’s tunes along the miniature dance floor. While I always have a blast allowing the music to enter my system and affect my energy regardless of men preying through the throng of fun seekers, this night in particular made me curious as to why they think it is acceptable to literally immediately initiate a ‘shift’ (shifting is synonymous for kissing in Ireland) even before exchanging names. Disgusting. An aspect of the twenty-something culture I don’t really understand here. However, putting aside this factor, dressing up makes the night an occasion; an occasion of ‘craic’ was definitely had with friends I hadn’t seen all week. A reunion at the Orchard. Now don’t we sound like vintage souls.
P.S. I forgot to mention Wednesday catered to International Week as well. A Food Fair featuring cuisine from the ample representation of countries at UL was had allowing students to venture over to the Stables Club and choose two countries to sample dishes from. Before reading the caption, can you guess what these edible items possibly could be? Upon first glance I was a bit frightened, but as one with an adventurous palette(plug for my food blog: thecapalette.blogspot.com), this was a fun task to endeavor.
After a long week of events AND class, I still hadn’t allotted myself individual time to relax and eliminate the terrible cough and runny nose that still has made permanent residence in my system. Friday and Saturday meant staying in. *GASP* Completely out of the ordinary for the Irish lifestyle, but isn’t integrating a dialogical relationship? I’m bringing lazy America ya’ll. But not for long.
Yesterday Yves randomly suggested the possibly of making today[Sunday] involve a day long trip to the city of Galway. After deliberation for a few hours, a plan was enacted including a wake up call of 5:50am. Talk about being up for anything.
Seeing that we actually implemented this activity, my mental ability to grammatically write any more sentences is aloof. Stay tuned for awesome documentation of my frigid day in Galway soon. I’m still thawing…