just don't say anything that I can understand

you can tell me where to go, tell me what i don't know
but don't speak in language

Dublin is more diverse than I thought it would be. You spot these old women in sweaters and greying hair pulled back in buns pushing around their grandchildren with afropuffs. It's hard to explain all the sociological happiness I'm feeling while here.

This is the first city I've lived in where Spanish isn't the second most-heard language on the streets.
Break for the Border apparently has salsa lessons (and dancing afterward) on Sunday and Tuesday nights. I'm afraid, but I miss it too much. You can only scandalize bars with dancing like an American so much. Maybe I'll get used to European-style dancing and I'll miss the all-enclusive circle once I leave. As for now, I miss the bump n'grind.


Sometime in the past few days, Jamie and I stopped through the Dublin Writer's Museum. On the trip to Howth, we passed a house once occupied by Yeats and it was in the most beautiful location of nearly any home worldwide.

Grazia Lodesterto has the most amazing prints in the museum and I suppose she was on display sometime before April. I tried to find her on the internet, just images of her work, but nothing.

Without the internet, I am useless.
Until I get my coveted library card. Then I will make BFFs with the jumper-wearing, hobbling workers and the world will be at my fingertips.




Things here are so pretty, I'm not sure how anyone gets anything done. Even the Liffey and its... unique redolence. There is a comic shop on the far side of the river and I think how I wish I knew more about comics because that would be, potentially, the coolest place to work ever.



Saturday, I hope to spend the day in Howth, if the weather will be kind enough to me. Prue will be here and it would be a great way for us to all sit and relax and chitchat. We'll also be sure to keep Aine away from the path of any birds. No repeats of Monday.

This time, I'll wear sneakers so I'll have less fear of slipping off the edge. I'll finish rereading Cowboys Are My Weakness (which is a fantastic read and not what you think from the title, I promise) and begin Pride & Prejudice, like I said I'd do a bit ago.

Sunday, I'm all about quiche and duck pie at the market. Maybe we'll come back with flowers to adorn our (freshly cleaned) apartment.