Waiting in Vain

In good conscience, I cannot tell you that we have not spent a fair amount of our time in Dublin in pubs, or enjoying the cultural experience that is taking shots of liquors that trainees bring us--because that, truthfully, would be a sizeable fib. I can tell you that we have had a grand time, however.

Today, we spend our day planning. Jochen will run away four o'clock-ish to watch Germany school Sweden.

Hopefully, he will run through the streets to the pub in only the German flag, but I don't think we have gotten him to be so bold as of yet.

We speak to Prue on Skype and can only really hear her laugh. Cutest thing ever.



The back enterance of the office constantly smells of urine. That is because all of the transient, sketchy hostel-stayers like to piss next to the garage door that happens to be in an alley.

Currently, there is a Smirnoff bottle full of piss sitting carefully placed against the wall in the corner of the frame.


Sixty-nine stairs that we must climb to the office on the attic level.
We will have the most-toned legs and asses of any MC, by the end of our term. I promise you that.

The most beautiful place that we have been thus far is Dun Laoighre. Aine and I went about two weekends ago to see the market and walk along the sea. The thing that is hard for me to wrap my head around is that people live in these places--that are so beautiful. And sometimes you wonder if they don't see it, and it's hard to imagine that someone could live a life in such a place in any state other than constant wonder.

I think I would lose myself in the shades and hues of green. When the sun returns to Dublin, I perhaps will be the happiest yet.

Mountain Halo

I have newly made friends with ducks--because I realized how delicious they are.
Dom and I stopped by the market again yesterday morning and ordered several things. I can easily see how Saturdays will be my favorite day of the week.

So much quiche to be eaten in this city. Although, I admit, I really miss Jimmy John's and the Washtenaw Dairy.

Yesterday, I began reading Pride & Prejudice. I'm already bummed out by just reading the short biography of Jane Austen, whose books I have been putting off for years. I'm not one for sensational love stories, but romantic-comedies, that's an entirely different realm.



Role assignment went down this last week and I admit that I have not been that excited in a long while. Fantastic. You are now reading the blog of the Director of Personal Development for @ in Ireland.
Yesssssss.

Later today we are having an informal session on html and how to make documents fun. Perhaps I become a bit more of a nerd every day.

Still missing Prue, but we hope for her arrival soon.

Finally Arrived

We're two days in to the official transition and I must say that everything is going quite nicely, but for the problems with Prue's visa. It's hard to express what a bummer it is and I'm not sure there really are adequate ways to say such.

It's still a bit hard for me to really grasp what's going on--that I'm living in Dublin and am on the MC. Moreso the whole living in Dublin thing. Everything is so impressive--the architecture, the streets, the public transit, the incredible overwhelming stench of horse shit that you occasionally pass by.

Things are so old.
Waking up in the morning, it usually happens around seven since the living area seems to be a collection sight for blindingly bright sunshine, regardless if the blinds are drawn. Don't get me wrong, it's refreshing. Besides, it's really easy to fall back asleep.

Eating breakfast, if you sit on the side of the table facing the small balcony, you can see St Patrick's. Old buildings juxtaposed to new(er-ish) ones.


There are all these thoughts running through my head, but it's hard to get any of them out because there has been sparsely enough time to synthesize. Tomorrow, I will have to take time to lay in the grass and soak up some sun. Just so that I may think. And read.