There are really only a few things to see in Kilkenny, so I figured I might as well get up and see them. I went up to see St. Candice’s Cathedral and Black Abbey. Unfortunately, they were both closed so I just kind of walked around like an idiot. Continue reading I want to take shelter from the poison rain
Monthly Archives: March 2014
Some day you will be old enough to start reading fairy tales again.
As much as I wanted to do Ring of Kerry and Dingle, I decided to skip them and just move on. So I rose bright and early in Killarney and got on a bus towards Cahir.
After a couple hours on the bus, I arrived at Cahir Castle. It was, of course, raining. The guy at the desk let me stow my bag so at least I didn’t have to carry that around, and then I walked around the castle. Continue reading Some day you will be old enough to start reading fairy tales again.
For everything that’s lovely is But a brief, dreamy, kind delight.
Sadly, it was time to finally leave Galway this morning. I relaxed a bit in the morning and took the 9:00 express bus to Limerick, then transferred to the bus that took me to Killarney.
It’s kind of a cool little town. Lots of shops. Lots of restaurants. Lots of pubs. All more or less copies of each other, expanding out down a few different streets. I circled through everything this evening but just decided to go to Tesco and buy some things to make for dinner. Continue reading For everything that’s lovely is But a brief, dreamy, kind delight.
Have fun storming the castle!
Work was annoying yesterday, so I decided to take an impulsive trip for a break this morning. Maybe I’d bump into Kate Winslet. “Board the Bus to Bunratty” doesn’t exactly have the same alliterative, romantic quality as “Meet me in Montauk” but it’s what I have to work with. So I got up a little early to take the 7:05am bus to Bunratty, which is just over 2 hours away. The destination of choice: Bunratty Castle. Because if you don’t make spontaneous trips to castles when in Ireland, then what’s the point. Continue reading Have fun storming the castle!
Standing in the sunlight laughing Hide behind a rainbow’s wall
Providing updates during the week isn’t really that interesting. It’s like my regular life, except strangers sleep close by that might steal my things. So here’s your typical day. Continue reading Standing in the sunlight laughing Hide behind a rainbow’s wall
The world is full of magic things, patiently waiting for our senses to grow sharper.
I’m ending my 3-day tourism run with a tour to Connemara National Park. Bought some nail clippers and finished my left hand before they broke. So I went Dr. Jeckel & Mr Hyde all day. Continue reading The world is full of magic things, patiently waiting for our senses to grow sharper.
Boys I ain’t never seen nothin’ like a Galway girl
After another relaxing day of work, jumping hostels and getting settled in I decided to finally hit the touristy trips. My main concerns right now are my fingernails, which are growing uncomfortable and I can’t find clippers at any of these convenience stores. In other news, my beardcation growth is substantial and it’s now at the point where it will become increasingly ragged. I’m going all Paul Bunyan on Europe. Continue reading Boys I ain’t never seen nothin’ like a Galway girl
If I ever leave this world alive I’ll thank for all the things you did in my life.
The last couple days I’ve spent working and relaxing in Galway, striking a balance between toiling away on my computer and strolling through the quaint streets. The slower pace and smaller city is more to my liking, making cameos on the edges of tourist pictures as I sit near the ocean eating a Gelato (probably the best 3€ I’ve ever spent). Continue reading If I ever leave this world alive I’ll thank for all the things you did in my life.
One by one they were all becoming shades.
I survived Dublin on St. Patrick’s day. Let me preface this Bridget Jones-style by listing what I ate:
– Bowl of cereal
– Banana
– 1/2 pear
Pretty stupid, eh? My rationale was that Guinness is basically a meal. So I had a lot of meals. Continue reading One by one they were all becoming shades.
Being Irish, he had an abiding sense of tragedy, which sustained him through temporary periods of joy.
Stepping off the ferry, I could almost smell the locals’ hatred for what the rest of the world has done to St. Patrick’s day. Not that they don’t enjoy the holiday, but it isn’t a reason just to get hammered. Even I couldn’t help but cringe at some of the tourist ensembles (most of whom I assume are college students here on break). Continue reading Being Irish, he had an abiding sense of tragedy, which sustained him through temporary periods of joy.
I had neither kith nor kin in England, and was therefore as free as air.
Friday.
I had another pretty unimpressive day, from a tourist perspective. Also from a regular person perspective. I mean, I went to a Starbucks. And a Caffe Nero. Two chain coffee houses in one day (I had a lot of work to do today, so forgive me). Continue reading I had neither kith nor kin in England, and was therefore as free as air.
After all, I’m just a girl, standing in front of a boy, asking him to love her.
So yesterday I overdid it and wore myself out too much, so today I relaxed a bit more and worked a lot to make sure I got everything done I needed to. And I didn’t quite finish, because I work a lot anyways, so I need to work a bit more tonight and tomorrow morning to catch up for the weekend.
Anyways, yesterday I walked about 20 miles. That might be a low estimate. I don’t know why I walk everywhere; it’s kind of stupid. I also get lost walking everywhere, which adds to the problem. Continue reading After all, I’m just a girl, standing in front of a boy, asking him to love her.
Go to the Winchester, have a nice cold pint, and wait for all of this to blow over
At the Philadelphia airport, I had a little extra time so I sat down and ordered a $9.25 Yuengling and watched half of a women’s college basketball game. What was the worst hour of your life? That was mine. Just two days ago I purchased a $6 pitcher of Yuengling and was able to drink it without being affronted by such atrociousness.
Then I boarded my flight from Philadelphia to London at about 10:35pm. And they started by serving dinner. Who eats dinner at 11pm? So I just had wine for “dinner”. Continue reading Go to the Winchester, have a nice cold pint, and wait for all of this to blow over