The last eighteen hours or so have been absolutely wonderful. I got a phone call around 9 last night from reception – my luggage had finally arrived! I went straight for my converter/adapter, lugged it downstairs with my laptop and charger, and signed on to AIM and cheered myself up even more by talking to Kevin and Linnaea. I was really having a bad evening, but the stars aligned and even though the common room was fulling chattering guys who may or may not have been drunk, I was able to sit and talk and catch up and oh gosh it was lovely.
This morning, I woke up early and actually got to choose from a variety of clothes to wear! I walked down to St. Patrick’s Street and spent a few minutes in Waterstones (a chain book store – and let me tell you, I am practicing serious self-restraint every time I go in. They have an insane variety of authors I’ve never heard of, and they’re having a buy-2-get-the-3rd-free sale, which I would have taken advantage of if books didn’t cost 9+ euros). Mary met me there and took me to the English Market, which is sort of a miniaturized Pike Place with all kinds of little food shops. The upstairs is an open balcony sort of thing, and it’s all a cafe. I got a scone and mocha, and it was really delicious – their lunches prices were a little steep, but I’m definitely going to stop by later this afternoon and get a snack.
When we finished, we trekked around downtown trying to find a place where we could get my borrowed cell phone working – unfortunately, no one’s able to unlock Siemens-brand phones, so I need to just get my own. Math time: one option is 50 euros plus 50-cents per minute international calling (yikes), or 60 euros with 30 cents per minute. Then Mary drove me back to my apartment. As we were pulling in, she said, “Well, we can’t just leave you all alone for Fourth of July evening.” It took me a while to process that. “Do you eat steak?” she asked. “Oh yes!” I said, and babbled all kinds of thank-yous as I got out of the car. She’s officially on holiday now, but still looking after me. And she’s picking me up again at 6 for dinner! (I’ve no idea what to bring – I think I’ll stick with flowers?)
And finally, some pictures!
This was my first view of Ireland, sort of. The seats on the Aer Lingus flight were 2-4-2, and I was on the aisle of the 4 section. The window seats were full of high schoolers, but the boys next to me noticed me craning to see out the window and offered to take a picture for me.
A fun ad in the Dublin train station:
And here’s the apartment!
And this is where I work…
Almost across the street is the UCC campus.
Moving on to St. Finbarr’s Cathedral:
I loved the details on it.