Despite my good intentions (and you know what they say about those), I have not been posting on a daily basis. Here, Day 6, is my third post.
Part of the problem is that we have been going full blast since our arrival Most days start with breakfast at 9am, on the road until 6pm or so, dinner at 6:30pm and evening activities that go until about 10pm. 10 is when the bands show up at the hotel pub and no one wants to miss that kind of fun, so most of us are hanging out until at least midnight, appreciating the music and interactions. The bands are usually there until 1 or 2am, and if the jam session really gets going, they sometimes don't leave until the next morning. I've been doing a good job of getting up early enough to get in a seaside run before breakfast and often have company on it (which is novel and fun). Last night was the one exception when just about everyone collapsed into an early bed. Good thing since tonight a famous Irish musician (Johnny Gallagher) is coming and his show won't even start until midnight We've been told that no one on the lower floors will be able to sleep so we all might as well plan on attending.
Here's my longest run:
But, yesterday (I'll get to today some time):
We walked to the AMAZING Sliabh Liag cliffs after spending the morning at a reconstructed old-style village (with a store FULL of gorgeous Aran/Donegal sweaters). The day had started off cloudless -- the first day I'd seen like that here. But it wasn't long before the clouds had rolled in, and the day mostly moved between misty and downright soggy.
At Sliabh Liag, we parked the bus at the base of the hill and those who didn't want to walk up took a shuttle to the upper parking lot. The rest of us walked in the mist, exclaiming at the beauty with every bend we passed.
It turned out Carrie and I were the only ones (stupid enough?) to walk back down the road -- the rest took the shuttle. However, I was so wet by that point, it wouldn't have really mattered if I'd walked or ridden -- wetter wasn't possible
I am Mela, Pam, or Pamela. My first experience in Ireland was in 1990 when my best friend, Shannon, and I biked the island. I am very happy to have the opportunity to share this special island with students from my own special islands.
Me, in South Korea, visiting the statue of my zodiac sign -- can you guess what year I am?