So - back across the pond at last. Where did the time go? Feels like yesterday that I was landing in Glasgow and being whirled away to Stirling by a man named Hamish. Now I'm sitting at my breakfast bar and rambling once agian about my time there.
Well, what to say? I'm sure people expect a ramble about how much it sucked coming home and me wailing on and on about how much I miss it. Well, I do miss it. More than you know. But I'm coping just fine. Culture shock? Nope. Reverse culture shock? A little. I guess it's more of a "eye-opener" coming home. Everyone's SO plugged in over here. Laptops, smart phones, tv, movies, games...UGH!!! No one seems to value interpersonal conversation anymore. In fact, I went to dinner with a few friends when I came home and found a few of them uninterested in me and on their smart phones while I was trying to talk to them. I find such things overly frustrating now. My group of friends in Scotland were much more interested in putting on music and sitting down over a deck of cards or dinner to while away the hours with conversation and friends. None of them had a smart phone - and if they texted, they kept it where it belonged - a seperate conversation from the here and now. I love that.
I also think I'm notcing the rudeness more. This may just be my experience, but everywhere I travelled in the UK - England, Scotland, Ireland - all the people I met or talked to or asked for directions were the NICEST people I have ever had the opportunity to meet. Complete strangers would be willing to sit down and spend some time talking and getting to know you, to point you in the right direction if you were lost with complete good grace, and to find you interesting. I've been gestured rudely at, honked at, sworn at, snapped at and overall just treated rudely ever since I got home by people outside my family and friends. Is this what we've become okay with in the US? Since when is asking for directions such a bothersome thing? Does it really make us feel better to honk and swear at a car going slow in front of us rather than just sit back and enjoy the ride - or if you are in a hurry, find a way around them? I guess I just see no point in being rude or taking rudeness anymore. What's the point? Does it make us feel better? Does it improve our interpersonal relationships? I'd like to think not.
But - enough about those annoying little details of life. I'm beginning to sound like John Lennon with the human relationships and peace spiel...not that that's a bad thing!! ;-)
As much as I am handling the transition back to the US (in my opinion) without issue, I am also missing the relationships I had in Scotland. Friends I have made that have impacted my life and personality more than they even know. I miss waking up in the morning and walking into a sunlight kitchen filled with music and laughter at Anton standing on a chair with a snuggie draped around himself as if a robe with a goofy hat on and Donald pretending to worship him. I miss Tyla's wicked comments and insight paired with Saori's loving personality and playful nature. I miss Gavin and Donald's arguements about Lennon being a Communist or not, as well as the devious card games in which they were pitted against one another. I miss matching my wit and humor against that of Gavin, the nights of Supernatural watching with Tyla and Saori, the foot references from Anton and the love of the Beatles of Donald. I miss the nick names, the horsing around, the smiles, the shoulder to lean on when things got rough, the support, the human interaction. I miss just bouncing out the backdoor to toss around the pigskin or heading up to the pitch to play a friendly game of football that dissolves into serious competition. I just plain miss it. And the people. But I never said goodbye. I will never say it. Because I refuse to believe that that was it. That I'll never see any of them again. That I'll never be in Scotland again. Because I won't.
Beacuse I will go back one day. I will.
I guess all I can is, I was lucky. To live with who I did, when I did and where I did. Another time, another place, my experience may not have been the same. And I'll never be back in that same situation. I realize it won't be like that. But it doesn't matter. Those friends will still be there - I'll still visit them. That's all that matters to me. That I lived in the most beautiful country, sculpted by God's own hands, amongst the most gracious people and left with an experience that will live in my heart forever.
Not many people can say they KNOW a place. Sure, a lot of people can claim to know a place - everyone who goes on vacation somewhere for any length of time comes back like they've lived there all their lives. But I feel like one of the lucky few. I've lived in a place so unreal sometimes I still have trouble grasping that it happened. I consider myself one of the few who needs not CLAIM to know a place, but to have lived amongst its people, spoken the language, eaten the food, witnessed the history, touched the past and felt its awesome presence enough to know its heart and soul.
I know Scotland. I am Scotland. It's as much a part of me as my beating heart or my soul - and no one, NO ONE, can take that away from me.
And one day soon, as sure as the sun will rise, I will reconnect myself with my heart and soul.
Scotland, I am and always will be, forever yours. Thank you.
Wednesday, 15 June 2011
Tuesday, 3 May 2011
True Love
Being in love is when you and your closest family abroad go on a major grocery run, making tons of food for each other while listening to great music, heading out under the starlight and laughter to play football in the dark, coming home and drinking in good company into the wee hours, and then having your heart break at the thought of leaving it all behind. I love these people and this place. It's definately not going to be easy going home...
Thursday, 28 April 2011
Bliss
Bliss = being surrounded in the kitchen by flatmates who I've come to love, listening to the Beatles and laughing whilst cooking dinner and cleaning the dishes - jokes flying, smiles shinning. There's no place I'd rather be. God will I miss it here.
London Calling
I know I've been back for a few days, but since everyone else is working today I decided to sit down and get some work done on my blog.
SO - just came back from London on Monday. It's a great place to go if you ever get the chance to, however, there are some tips I would recommend to any future travellers to London. Firstly be aware of the prices and exchange rates. London (as I am sure you're aware) is expensive - but it may be more so than you initially think! The tourist traps especially. LOOK OUT for them, they are lurking around every corner. One store will claim to have trinkets no other store carries, but the basic London shot glass, t-shirt, poster, you name it can be found somewhere else for so much cheaper. Certain things are harder to find, such as person specific items, like Sherlock Holmes, the Beatles, etc. Those tend to be centered around where they were (Abbey Road, Baker St, etc - Beatles store is actually nowhere near Abbey Road, it's on Baker st next to the Sherlock Holmes museum!)
Also - take advantage of the free things. The Natural History Museum, The National Galleries, The British Museum, WALKING, attending a service at a famous cathedral. These things are enjoyable and save you lots of money - especially since the dollar isn't doing so well at the moment. Walk wherever you can - and give yourself time. London's public transportation is wonderful but on a weekend night or an evening, traffic can run amok with your evening plans if you decide to take a bus or the tube. Packed quarters and slow traffic may make you late or ruin your chances of catching a last minute movie/restaraunt/sight to see. Also be very aware of tube closures when you arrive - this will save you time and grief when planning your stops for the day. There's nothing more frustrating than attempting to get somewhere only to find your original route shut down and you haven't planned a B.
And when you have this thought (as most of us do) - "I'll get there early and beat the lines of tourists" - DON'T!! We thought we'd get to Westminster right as it opened in order to beat the rush (we figured people are on vacation, who'd be getting up at seven to go see a church?) and ended up waiting in line to get in for an hour and a half, which completely messed up the rest of the day for us. We ended up running to Windsor and only spending a few hours there instead of the whole afternoon. And for those of you who know me - I HATE running through things. So - as we stood in line, we noticed that the later in the day, the less the line became. In fact, on our way out, we noted that the line wasn't even HALF of what it was at nine in the morning. SO - Think the opposite of the opposite. But ONLY on holiday weekends. Most of the time, the "beat the crowd" technique works.
FINALLY - avoid Holiday weekends (Royal Wedding was the week we went, that made it all the worse). Things are shut down, open less, closed to tourists and overall messy on such weekends. And the other tourists are RUDE on said weekends, as its all about "doing what I want, when I want, and screw anyone else who also has somewhere to go and something to see". Trust me on this - I was skipped in line, cut off, bumped, pushed, walked into, cut off, blocked, remarked about, gestured at, and other rude things from fellow tourists while just standing in line!
BUT - DESPITE all of these unlucky woes, we did see some awesome things. After a day of major fails with Good Friday having everything closed down, we managed to get into the Temple area and visit Temple Church, famed in the Da Vinci Code films, but also in history for having been built by the Knights Templar. It was small but gorgeous, and a bit of a win for that day. We also saw the Globe Theatre, something I'd never managed to get to in the past, and being a Shakespeare fan, it was neat to see the third reconstruction of the original (burnt down a lot over time).
We also, once in Westminster Abbey, got an audio tour which was narrated by Jeremy Irons - how cool?! got to revisit some historical figures I never really appreciated when I was little when I came the first time. I touched the tomb of Elizabeth I, in my opinion a brilliant monarch and a personal idol. Her tomb was gorgeous, and as I listened to the music accompanying the tour, I was brought to small tears as I touched her marble effigy. It was a moving experience. Also very touching was seeing Mary, Queen of Scots, Jane Austin and the Bronte sisters, and touching them all. To think, I was inches from the remains of historical figures that I've been studying about for the last semester! Also in Westminster is Newton's tomb - that was cool. And seeing Will and Kate's wedding flowers being arranged and some already set up? That was pretty neat too.
We attended a service at St. Paul's - as it was getting expensive to get into things by this point, and services are free! But it was beautiful - mid-afternoon sun slanting in from on high amongst the gilded dome, a choir chanting, a priest reading poems and passages from the bible. It was very atmospheric, and humbling to sit beneath such architechture and think that man built that!
We saw the play War Horse, something I've been meaning to do since my good friend Sarah came back from London gushing about it - and it was everything I hoped! It was fantastic - the story, the puppets, the theatre (front row seats!), the actors, the music - it was all good! I didn't cry like I expected to, but I was very moved overall by the whole thing. I highly recommend it to anyone who likes a good play, enjoys something new, loves horses, is a history buff, or anyone period! It has something for everyone - humor, joy, sadness, epic scenes and touching moments. It's an experience not to be missed!
We also - much to my delight, went to Abbey Road and re-created, as one must do, the famous album cover of the Beatles. A hint for other Beatle nuts - GET THERE EARLY. Preferribly between nine and ten, as rush hour traffic is died down and most of the tourists start arriving around ten-eleven. And watch out for cars. The locals don't exactly enjoy being held up on their way to work so a bunch of giggling girls can get their photo taken. A lot of drivers respect the famous crossing, but most will not. Be aware of that - and check the abbey road studios website, you can see for yourself the traffic, busy hours and the danger! But it was awesome to take a photo there - especially because I got to be John Lennon - my favorite Beatle. You can thank my mum and my flatmates for my lasting obsession with the Beatles. They're one band I'll be listening to for a LONG time :-).
Baker street was next on the list - it was a tourist trap, unfortunately. Unless you're a HUGE literature buff or a UBER fan - don't bother going in the museum. It costs 6 pounds, and its a set up of the Detective and Doctor's house as it was in the novels. The shop is also over priced. Keychains run at 3 to 6 pounds, while mugs and shot glasses range anywhere from 6 to 12 pounds. Not worth it. Though I was geeked to see the place of Sherlock Holmes (fan of both film and novel) I didn't bother buying anything or going in the museum - but I did get my picture taken!
Windsor is a must see. The castle is GORGEOUS, and the grounds are even prettier. The town itself is lovely, and a great place to get some grub before and after a lengthy wander of the castle and cathedral. The Drury House is a recommended tea stop to any traveller. And Windsor is handy to get to - its only about an hour train ride from central London, and costs about 5pounds with return so long as you have a railcard. The castle itself is expensive to get into, but its well worth it. You'll be awed by the gilded state apartments and the beautiful St. George's Hall - and you may even get a peak at the royal family, who frequently inhabit the side of the castle the tourists aren't allowed to see! While we were there, we were told that the Queen, Prince Charles and William were all across the courtyard! How cool! I saw the wedding flowers, and I was only yards away from Will himself!
The Natural History Museum is said to take two hours to get through. We were there for that long and didn't even get through half. It's a gorgeous buidling with a lot of awesome things inside, so much in fact, that it was a bit overwhelming at times! But worth it - I saw specimins there that I wouldn't see back at the Milwaukee Museum just because of its sheer size. For example - ever stand next to an actual Blue Whale? No? Well, you can at the Natural History Museum and I can tell you, you never feel so small as you do next to THAT. It's a relaxing wander if you're looking for something the kids will enjoy too, or for those who just like musuems. The BRITISH MUSEUM, however, is the crown jewel of all museums. It contains things I'd never in my life thought I'd see. Panels from the Pantheon, the Roesetta stone, the head of Rames III, Cleopatra's mummy, the famed winged oxen of Assyria, artifacts from Mesopotamia, Babalyon and other ancient civilizations. And it was free to get into! Bonus! But - BUYER BEWARE, this museum takes an ENTIRE DAY to get through. We only had two hours to spare and didn't get to see much! The audio tour would be worth it as well (its not free but I would have paid for it) as you an pick and choose which items you want to hear more about. It's helpful too that it doesn't matter what order you go in, so if you're only interested in the Eygpt and European rooms, for example, you can go straight there and pick the numbers you want to hear about. But this too, will take all day. Each case of artifacts contains HUNDREDS of things, all with descriptions and numbers. It's a great place to visit if you want to kill an entire day! (In a good way!)
Overall, it was a great time - I did miss seeing some things I wanted to see (Tower of London, London Eye, Tower Bridge) but I got to see other that I'd never been to before (War Horse, Temple Church, the Globe, Baker St, Abbey Road). I'd love to go back to London again, but I'd make sure that it wasn't on a holiday or the weekend before a Royal Wedding! Oh well, you live and you learn. At least now I can navigate the tube system with no problem. May come in handy again sometime, right? My next trip is Rome with my flatmate Saori. I hope its a bit less of a fail! We plan on seeing the Vatican, the Colosseum, Trevi Fountain, Spanish Steps, Castel Sant Angelo, Maria Del Popolo, the Parthenon, hear the Pope speak, and eat great food. I look forward to it.
But for now I'll say good bye - and good luck to Will and Kate! All hail the future King of Great Britain!
SO - just came back from London on Monday. It's a great place to go if you ever get the chance to, however, there are some tips I would recommend to any future travellers to London. Firstly be aware of the prices and exchange rates. London (as I am sure you're aware) is expensive - but it may be more so than you initially think! The tourist traps especially. LOOK OUT for them, they are lurking around every corner. One store will claim to have trinkets no other store carries, but the basic London shot glass, t-shirt, poster, you name it can be found somewhere else for so much cheaper. Certain things are harder to find, such as person specific items, like Sherlock Holmes, the Beatles, etc. Those tend to be centered around where they were (Abbey Road, Baker St, etc - Beatles store is actually nowhere near Abbey Road, it's on Baker st next to the Sherlock Holmes museum!)
Also - take advantage of the free things. The Natural History Museum, The National Galleries, The British Museum, WALKING, attending a service at a famous cathedral. These things are enjoyable and save you lots of money - especially since the dollar isn't doing so well at the moment. Walk wherever you can - and give yourself time. London's public transportation is wonderful but on a weekend night or an evening, traffic can run amok with your evening plans if you decide to take a bus or the tube. Packed quarters and slow traffic may make you late or ruin your chances of catching a last minute movie/restaraunt/sight to see. Also be very aware of tube closures when you arrive - this will save you time and grief when planning your stops for the day. There's nothing more frustrating than attempting to get somewhere only to find your original route shut down and you haven't planned a B.
And when you have this thought (as most of us do) - "I'll get there early and beat the lines of tourists" - DON'T!! We thought we'd get to Westminster right as it opened in order to beat the rush (we figured people are on vacation, who'd be getting up at seven to go see a church?) and ended up waiting in line to get in for an hour and a half, which completely messed up the rest of the day for us. We ended up running to Windsor and only spending a few hours there instead of the whole afternoon. And for those of you who know me - I HATE running through things. So - as we stood in line, we noticed that the later in the day, the less the line became. In fact, on our way out, we noted that the line wasn't even HALF of what it was at nine in the morning. SO - Think the opposite of the opposite. But ONLY on holiday weekends. Most of the time, the "beat the crowd" technique works.
FINALLY - avoid Holiday weekends (Royal Wedding was the week we went, that made it all the worse). Things are shut down, open less, closed to tourists and overall messy on such weekends. And the other tourists are RUDE on said weekends, as its all about "doing what I want, when I want, and screw anyone else who also has somewhere to go and something to see". Trust me on this - I was skipped in line, cut off, bumped, pushed, walked into, cut off, blocked, remarked about, gestured at, and other rude things from fellow tourists while just standing in line!
BUT - DESPITE all of these unlucky woes, we did see some awesome things. After a day of major fails with Good Friday having everything closed down, we managed to get into the Temple area and visit Temple Church, famed in the Da Vinci Code films, but also in history for having been built by the Knights Templar. It was small but gorgeous, and a bit of a win for that day. We also saw the Globe Theatre, something I'd never managed to get to in the past, and being a Shakespeare fan, it was neat to see the third reconstruction of the original (burnt down a lot over time).
We also, once in Westminster Abbey, got an audio tour which was narrated by Jeremy Irons - how cool?! got to revisit some historical figures I never really appreciated when I was little when I came the first time. I touched the tomb of Elizabeth I, in my opinion a brilliant monarch and a personal idol. Her tomb was gorgeous, and as I listened to the music accompanying the tour, I was brought to small tears as I touched her marble effigy. It was a moving experience. Also very touching was seeing Mary, Queen of Scots, Jane Austin and the Bronte sisters, and touching them all. To think, I was inches from the remains of historical figures that I've been studying about for the last semester! Also in Westminster is Newton's tomb - that was cool. And seeing Will and Kate's wedding flowers being arranged and some already set up? That was pretty neat too.
We attended a service at St. Paul's - as it was getting expensive to get into things by this point, and services are free! But it was beautiful - mid-afternoon sun slanting in from on high amongst the gilded dome, a choir chanting, a priest reading poems and passages from the bible. It was very atmospheric, and humbling to sit beneath such architechture and think that man built that!
We saw the play War Horse, something I've been meaning to do since my good friend Sarah came back from London gushing about it - and it was everything I hoped! It was fantastic - the story, the puppets, the theatre (front row seats!), the actors, the music - it was all good! I didn't cry like I expected to, but I was very moved overall by the whole thing. I highly recommend it to anyone who likes a good play, enjoys something new, loves horses, is a history buff, or anyone period! It has something for everyone - humor, joy, sadness, epic scenes and touching moments. It's an experience not to be missed!
We also - much to my delight, went to Abbey Road and re-created, as one must do, the famous album cover of the Beatles. A hint for other Beatle nuts - GET THERE EARLY. Preferribly between nine and ten, as rush hour traffic is died down and most of the tourists start arriving around ten-eleven. And watch out for cars. The locals don't exactly enjoy being held up on their way to work so a bunch of giggling girls can get their photo taken. A lot of drivers respect the famous crossing, but most will not. Be aware of that - and check the abbey road studios website, you can see for yourself the traffic, busy hours and the danger! But it was awesome to take a photo there - especially because I got to be John Lennon - my favorite Beatle. You can thank my mum and my flatmates for my lasting obsession with the Beatles. They're one band I'll be listening to for a LONG time :-).
Baker street was next on the list - it was a tourist trap, unfortunately. Unless you're a HUGE literature buff or a UBER fan - don't bother going in the museum. It costs 6 pounds, and its a set up of the Detective and Doctor's house as it was in the novels. The shop is also over priced. Keychains run at 3 to 6 pounds, while mugs and shot glasses range anywhere from 6 to 12 pounds. Not worth it. Though I was geeked to see the place of Sherlock Holmes (fan of both film and novel) I didn't bother buying anything or going in the museum - but I did get my picture taken!
Windsor is a must see. The castle is GORGEOUS, and the grounds are even prettier. The town itself is lovely, and a great place to get some grub before and after a lengthy wander of the castle and cathedral. The Drury House is a recommended tea stop to any traveller. And Windsor is handy to get to - its only about an hour train ride from central London, and costs about 5pounds with return so long as you have a railcard. The castle itself is expensive to get into, but its well worth it. You'll be awed by the gilded state apartments and the beautiful St. George's Hall - and you may even get a peak at the royal family, who frequently inhabit the side of the castle the tourists aren't allowed to see! While we were there, we were told that the Queen, Prince Charles and William were all across the courtyard! How cool! I saw the wedding flowers, and I was only yards away from Will himself!
The Natural History Museum is said to take two hours to get through. We were there for that long and didn't even get through half. It's a gorgeous buidling with a lot of awesome things inside, so much in fact, that it was a bit overwhelming at times! But worth it - I saw specimins there that I wouldn't see back at the Milwaukee Museum just because of its sheer size. For example - ever stand next to an actual Blue Whale? No? Well, you can at the Natural History Museum and I can tell you, you never feel so small as you do next to THAT. It's a relaxing wander if you're looking for something the kids will enjoy too, or for those who just like musuems. The BRITISH MUSEUM, however, is the crown jewel of all museums. It contains things I'd never in my life thought I'd see. Panels from the Pantheon, the Roesetta stone, the head of Rames III, Cleopatra's mummy, the famed winged oxen of Assyria, artifacts from Mesopotamia, Babalyon and other ancient civilizations. And it was free to get into! Bonus! But - BUYER BEWARE, this museum takes an ENTIRE DAY to get through. We only had two hours to spare and didn't get to see much! The audio tour would be worth it as well (its not free but I would have paid for it) as you an pick and choose which items you want to hear more about. It's helpful too that it doesn't matter what order you go in, so if you're only interested in the Eygpt and European rooms, for example, you can go straight there and pick the numbers you want to hear about. But this too, will take all day. Each case of artifacts contains HUNDREDS of things, all with descriptions and numbers. It's a great place to visit if you want to kill an entire day! (In a good way!)
Overall, it was a great time - I did miss seeing some things I wanted to see (Tower of London, London Eye, Tower Bridge) but I got to see other that I'd never been to before (War Horse, Temple Church, the Globe, Baker St, Abbey Road). I'd love to go back to London again, but I'd make sure that it wasn't on a holiday or the weekend before a Royal Wedding! Oh well, you live and you learn. At least now I can navigate the tube system with no problem. May come in handy again sometime, right? My next trip is Rome with my flatmate Saori. I hope its a bit less of a fail! We plan on seeing the Vatican, the Colosseum, Trevi Fountain, Spanish Steps, Castel Sant Angelo, Maria Del Popolo, the Parthenon, hear the Pope speak, and eat great food. I look forward to it.
But for now I'll say good bye - and good luck to Will and Kate! All hail the future King of Great Britain!
Saturday, 9 April 2011
Of Emerald Isles and Cameras Dying
Well, I know I've been back for a bit from my trip to Ireland, but I haven't really had time to sit down and blog about it until now. It's been busy for me here, for those of you who know what's going on in my academic life - there were some issues regarding graduation, but I believe it's all fixed now, so I'll get off the topic. No need to waste good memories with a bad one.
Ireland. Well, what can I say? First, Ireland will always be my first love in the British Isles. But my heart belongs to Scotland now. I say that because of the disenchantment I faced while on tour of my ancestral home. Ireland, though still gorgeous, has changed. They've gone and commercialized a great deal of the natural beauty. I remember from when I was 10 - the sense of wonder and awe at the beautiful natural wonders of the Cliffs of Moher and other things. Upon my return I discovered a shoulder high fence thrown up around most of the cliffs. I understand the safety issue that the Cliffs present, but by putting those fences up the natural beauty is half lost behind walls of slate. I mean, if people are going to throw themselves off the Cliffs in what they think is a poetic death, is a fence really going to stop them? Sure, they may pause for a second, but there's no one walking around and PREVENTING people from climbing over or jumping off. The fence just ruins the view. Oh, well, that and the gift shops and the museum carved into the hillside next to the brand new parking lot that greets you when you pull up. Completely uncalled for. I understand here as well that tourism happens to be a big deal for Ireland, but come on. Really? Do we have to belittle and commercialize everything with little plushie leprachauns and pins for every clan name including "Hernandez"? (Honest to God, we saw a lot of Spanish last names given clan crests and little descriptions - GROSS.)
Enough of the negative though. I saw a lot more of the cultural side this time around. Being 21 puts a whole new spin on things. The best part of all the trip was, I'm sure you're astonished, is the night life in the local pubs. No - not because I can legally drink now. It's because to know a people, you have to sit and talk with them. In order to know where you're going, you have to know where you came from.
The people in Ireland know how to live. They get work out of the way and then leave it there. They don't bring work home, or the problems they faced there. They go home, they enjoy family, and then they go enjoy traditional Irish music or a live band at a pub with tons of strangers and make everyone feel at home. I don't think there was a single pub we went into that the people didn't treat us like family, didn't engage us in conversation, or didn't join in with the dancing. It's a friendly place. If you ever find yourself wandering the Emerald Isle, make a point of stopping in and enjoying a locally recommended pub. Avoid the tourist traps and the pubs recommended by the tourist information booths. Ask a local. They know where the real fun is to be had.
And the men. Ha. Well, the Irish men sure know how to charm. I can't even remember all the celebrities they said I looked like or reminded them of - all attractive too. I got mistaken for a celebrity actually in a pub in Ennis. It was very flattering. The men are gentlemen too - they judge you by your character. If an attractive woman is sitting alone in a pub, you can bet her personality is chaffing or abrasive. They enjoy the company of people, even tourists, who aren't snobbish, rich spendthrifts, or foolish. They test you once and a while to see where you fall in the spectrum. Thank god for my level head! I won't ramble on here - I could go on for ages about the well raised young men. All I can say is - American boys? You've got a lot of lessons to learn from these guys. Good luck catching up.
I also made some new friends, three American girls studying here with me at Stirling and one of them at St. Andrews. They became my partners in crime. We were Team America. It made the fun so much more enjoyable - they made the experience wonderful, when it was otherwise just okay. I couldn't have wished for three better companions to brighten the Irish skies!
The weather - what a wonder! Apparently I have the best luck this year when it comes to weather. It was clear everyday except for one, in which it drizzled for an hour, got foggy, then cleared up. It made some of the drives so much more beautiful. Especially the drive from Dingle to Galway, passing through the Burren and others. Its listed among the top ten most senic drives in the world. It's like stepping into Lord of the Rings or some Medeival fantasy. You can just see the ancient Irishmen on horseback riding to a fortress in the distance or sweeping by on some errant mission. (How romantic of me, right?) But again, if you ever get a chance - wander that road. It'll take your breath away. (Preferrably listening to your faveorite movie score or soundtrack. Or Irish traditional music. Either works. ;-D ).
And on the broken cameras...oh the cameras. On the beach that stole a part of my soul, I was attempting to place my socks and shoes back on without getting sand in them and dropped my camera right into the sand I was trying to avoid. My quick snatch and squeal of frustration was not enough to save my poor camera. As I swiped the sand away (BAD MOVE I've come to realize - it forces the sand into the rings of the lens) I tried to turn it on. There was a distinctive crunch as sand jammed into the rings that extend the lens, and the LCD screen read "lens error" in frightening bold letters. Great. I'm halfway through Ireland and my fecking camera takes a shite on me. Luck of the Irish, right?
Well, as a morose two hours pass by in which my companions and guides manage to get my mind off the camera, I finally got into a photo shop in Dingle, where I scared the living daylights out of the shop owner. I had been waiting outside the door for it to open - and he came around the other corner and I happened to be standing right there. Poor guy. But, he is the hero of this tale. The last time I'd been in Dingle I was 10. I remember that city fondly. I knew I had to get a photograph of myself on the monument to the dolphin Fungie, like I had when I was 10. Sort of a full circle thing. You know? Problem was, my camera, as previously stated, was in a bad way.
John, the shopowner, got an aresol can of air (computer cleaning thing...you know) and then informed me that he could try, but there was no gaurntee that it would work, and even if it did, the lens could be stuck open and exposed for the rest of the camera's life. I didn't care at that point. I wasn't going through Ireland without a camera! He worked some magic, I'll tell you, as the camera spat sand everywhere, then turned on just as if it was never broken. I almost leapt across the counter and hugged him. Scared him again. So - with tears in my eyes and an explination as to why it meant so much to me, I shook his hand. When I asked how much I owed him for his help, he smiled and said "How about next time you're in Dingle you stop in and say hello - that's payment enough for me."
Well, Mum and Dad - if you're in Dingle - you'll have to go shake John's hand for me. Just ask a local where his shop is. He'll be happy to meet you. Maybe I'll do it myself in the next twenty years, when I go back to Ireland to get back that little piece of my soul I left behind.
Though I may be in love with Scotland now, and despite all of the disenchantment I experienced while back in Ireland, I'll always love and belong there. No matter what. That piece of my soul I'm glad to leave behind in a fair country like Ireland.
Ireland, you've got me for the next twenty years. Be gentle.
Ireland. Well, what can I say? First, Ireland will always be my first love in the British Isles. But my heart belongs to Scotland now. I say that because of the disenchantment I faced while on tour of my ancestral home. Ireland, though still gorgeous, has changed. They've gone and commercialized a great deal of the natural beauty. I remember from when I was 10 - the sense of wonder and awe at the beautiful natural wonders of the Cliffs of Moher and other things. Upon my return I discovered a shoulder high fence thrown up around most of the cliffs. I understand the safety issue that the Cliffs present, but by putting those fences up the natural beauty is half lost behind walls of slate. I mean, if people are going to throw themselves off the Cliffs in what they think is a poetic death, is a fence really going to stop them? Sure, they may pause for a second, but there's no one walking around and PREVENTING people from climbing over or jumping off. The fence just ruins the view. Oh, well, that and the gift shops and the museum carved into the hillside next to the brand new parking lot that greets you when you pull up. Completely uncalled for. I understand here as well that tourism happens to be a big deal for Ireland, but come on. Really? Do we have to belittle and commercialize everything with little plushie leprachauns and pins for every clan name including "Hernandez"? (Honest to God, we saw a lot of Spanish last names given clan crests and little descriptions - GROSS.)
Enough of the negative though. I saw a lot more of the cultural side this time around. Being 21 puts a whole new spin on things. The best part of all the trip was, I'm sure you're astonished, is the night life in the local pubs. No - not because I can legally drink now. It's because to know a people, you have to sit and talk with them. In order to know where you're going, you have to know where you came from.
The people in Ireland know how to live. They get work out of the way and then leave it there. They don't bring work home, or the problems they faced there. They go home, they enjoy family, and then they go enjoy traditional Irish music or a live band at a pub with tons of strangers and make everyone feel at home. I don't think there was a single pub we went into that the people didn't treat us like family, didn't engage us in conversation, or didn't join in with the dancing. It's a friendly place. If you ever find yourself wandering the Emerald Isle, make a point of stopping in and enjoying a locally recommended pub. Avoid the tourist traps and the pubs recommended by the tourist information booths. Ask a local. They know where the real fun is to be had.
And the men. Ha. Well, the Irish men sure know how to charm. I can't even remember all the celebrities they said I looked like or reminded them of - all attractive too. I got mistaken for a celebrity actually in a pub in Ennis. It was very flattering. The men are gentlemen too - they judge you by your character. If an attractive woman is sitting alone in a pub, you can bet her personality is chaffing or abrasive. They enjoy the company of people, even tourists, who aren't snobbish, rich spendthrifts, or foolish. They test you once and a while to see where you fall in the spectrum. Thank god for my level head! I won't ramble on here - I could go on for ages about the well raised young men. All I can say is - American boys? You've got a lot of lessons to learn from these guys. Good luck catching up.
I also made some new friends, three American girls studying here with me at Stirling and one of them at St. Andrews. They became my partners in crime. We were Team America. It made the fun so much more enjoyable - they made the experience wonderful, when it was otherwise just okay. I couldn't have wished for three better companions to brighten the Irish skies!
The weather - what a wonder! Apparently I have the best luck this year when it comes to weather. It was clear everyday except for one, in which it drizzled for an hour, got foggy, then cleared up. It made some of the drives so much more beautiful. Especially the drive from Dingle to Galway, passing through the Burren and others. Its listed among the top ten most senic drives in the world. It's like stepping into Lord of the Rings or some Medeival fantasy. You can just see the ancient Irishmen on horseback riding to a fortress in the distance or sweeping by on some errant mission. (How romantic of me, right?) But again, if you ever get a chance - wander that road. It'll take your breath away. (Preferrably listening to your faveorite movie score or soundtrack. Or Irish traditional music. Either works. ;-D ).
And on the broken cameras...oh the cameras. On the beach that stole a part of my soul, I was attempting to place my socks and shoes back on without getting sand in them and dropped my camera right into the sand I was trying to avoid. My quick snatch and squeal of frustration was not enough to save my poor camera. As I swiped the sand away (BAD MOVE I've come to realize - it forces the sand into the rings of the lens) I tried to turn it on. There was a distinctive crunch as sand jammed into the rings that extend the lens, and the LCD screen read "lens error" in frightening bold letters. Great. I'm halfway through Ireland and my fecking camera takes a shite on me. Luck of the Irish, right?
Well, as a morose two hours pass by in which my companions and guides manage to get my mind off the camera, I finally got into a photo shop in Dingle, where I scared the living daylights out of the shop owner. I had been waiting outside the door for it to open - and he came around the other corner and I happened to be standing right there. Poor guy. But, he is the hero of this tale. The last time I'd been in Dingle I was 10. I remember that city fondly. I knew I had to get a photograph of myself on the monument to the dolphin Fungie, like I had when I was 10. Sort of a full circle thing. You know? Problem was, my camera, as previously stated, was in a bad way.
John, the shopowner, got an aresol can of air (computer cleaning thing...you know) and then informed me that he could try, but there was no gaurntee that it would work, and even if it did, the lens could be stuck open and exposed for the rest of the camera's life. I didn't care at that point. I wasn't going through Ireland without a camera! He worked some magic, I'll tell you, as the camera spat sand everywhere, then turned on just as if it was never broken. I almost leapt across the counter and hugged him. Scared him again. So - with tears in my eyes and an explination as to why it meant so much to me, I shook his hand. When I asked how much I owed him for his help, he smiled and said "How about next time you're in Dingle you stop in and say hello - that's payment enough for me."
Well, Mum and Dad - if you're in Dingle - you'll have to go shake John's hand for me. Just ask a local where his shop is. He'll be happy to meet you. Maybe I'll do it myself in the next twenty years, when I go back to Ireland to get back that little piece of my soul I left behind.
Though I may be in love with Scotland now, and despite all of the disenchantment I experienced while back in Ireland, I'll always love and belong there. No matter what. That piece of my soul I'm glad to leave behind in a fair country like Ireland.
Ireland, you've got me for the next twenty years. Be gentle.
Wednesday, 23 March 2011
It's the Great Scottish Spring, Charlie Brown!
Well I'm back after a bit of a hiatus on writing posts...
You know that saying; 'In like a lion, out like a lamb'? Well it couldn't describe the Scottish Spring any better. It started off with howling winds, driving rains, a snowstorm and a washing of sleet - as if the weather was saying 'Remember that lovely weather you arrived in? Sucker!' Oh well - it appears the worst is over now, and the weather is steadily warming up, the trees have buds and the Daffodils are sprouting everywhere you look. Its beautiful here, even more so than it was in February, and I know I said it was gorgeous. The heather has even started to bloom - whites and purples like blankets across the high peaks and craigs, and even in nicely potted gardens outside academic buildings. You don't see that back home - that's for sure.
Along with this nice weather has come a number of things - first of all, an unlikely friend and ally. I won't lie, upon meeting Tyla, my first instinct was that it would be tough to get along with her - it just felt like our personalities might clash. Boy, was I wrong. While my first ally upon arriving, Cara, has slowly faded into the background, I'm finding myself more and more drawn to Tyla and Saori. We have more in common than I ever imagined. Maybe its the stress of school work, maybe it's something else, but Cara has withdrawn a bit and seems more introverted than initially. Tyla, on the other hand, has become my go-to girl.
While Cara and a few of the others are content with blazing through seven museums in a day, I've discovered a fellow wanderer in Tyla. She enjoys taking her time and getting the feel for a place, rather than just being able to say she saw it, or she was there. Same goes for Saori. In fact, as plans fell apart around me, I began making new plans with Saori and Tyla, and lo and behold everything is working out. Its a wonder to find fellows in historical enjoyment and theater taste.
Because of these new developments in my personal relationships, I'm planning trips to places I thought I'd never see. On April 21st - 24th the three of us will be heading down to London, and perhaps spending an afternoon at Windsor. Also, I'm finally going to see the play War Horse, which I've been dying to see since Sarah told me about it in Janruary - I've actually got a front row seat, bought and paid for! We also plan on making a trip to Westminister, St. Pauls, Tower of London, the Globe, Baker St, Abbery Road and a few other little places along the way. I can only say I'm very excited about this trip!
A HUGE deal for me is the trip we intend to take in May. To Rome. To see the VATICAN. In all my dreams I never thought I'd get there until I was 30 or so, but here I am, 21, checking the airfares and planning the routes/days. I cannot wait to see the Colesseum, Castel Sant Angelo, Trevi Fountain, Fountain of the Four Rivers, the Pantheon and the Vatican most of all.
But, while this trip is my most anticipated, it is also causing me the most worry. Airfare is jumping up every night by 10 pounds - which is adding up to a lot of money. We can either go before exams, which we can book airfare now and get the cheap seats as well as being guarenteed to not have interference with studying - OR - we can wait until the final schedule comes out in April and plan around exams, and pay more. I'm stuck between a rock and a mentally hard place here. This may sound silly, but I feel like I'm on a mission to get to the Vatican, and nothing's going to stop me from getting there. But you'll be surprised how much stopping power cost can have. Yes, I can borrow a little bit if need be, and yes, I can work it off no problem. I was convinced on waiting to see what happened with exams, thank you to my wonderfully level headed mother for that, but now, with arifare creeping up on 170.00, I'm not sure what to do! (I can only imagine how far its going to climb by April...UGH)
On a happier note, I am off to the Emerald Isle on Sunday morning for a week rediscovering my roots there. Its a five day tour around the entire Island (except for Northern Ireland), and I cannot wait to go!
So, in short, the weather's nice, the trips are falling into place, and I'm between a rock and a hard place with my mission to Rome. But, so far, things have worked out perfectly. So long as I don't spend on silly things, watch my grocery bill and try to do less laundry, I think I can pull the trip to Rome. Here's for hoping.
You know that saying; 'In like a lion, out like a lamb'? Well it couldn't describe the Scottish Spring any better. It started off with howling winds, driving rains, a snowstorm and a washing of sleet - as if the weather was saying 'Remember that lovely weather you arrived in? Sucker!' Oh well - it appears the worst is over now, and the weather is steadily warming up, the trees have buds and the Daffodils are sprouting everywhere you look. Its beautiful here, even more so than it was in February, and I know I said it was gorgeous. The heather has even started to bloom - whites and purples like blankets across the high peaks and craigs, and even in nicely potted gardens outside academic buildings. You don't see that back home - that's for sure.
Along with this nice weather has come a number of things - first of all, an unlikely friend and ally. I won't lie, upon meeting Tyla, my first instinct was that it would be tough to get along with her - it just felt like our personalities might clash. Boy, was I wrong. While my first ally upon arriving, Cara, has slowly faded into the background, I'm finding myself more and more drawn to Tyla and Saori. We have more in common than I ever imagined. Maybe its the stress of school work, maybe it's something else, but Cara has withdrawn a bit and seems more introverted than initially. Tyla, on the other hand, has become my go-to girl.
While Cara and a few of the others are content with blazing through seven museums in a day, I've discovered a fellow wanderer in Tyla. She enjoys taking her time and getting the feel for a place, rather than just being able to say she saw it, or she was there. Same goes for Saori. In fact, as plans fell apart around me, I began making new plans with Saori and Tyla, and lo and behold everything is working out. Its a wonder to find fellows in historical enjoyment and theater taste.
Because of these new developments in my personal relationships, I'm planning trips to places I thought I'd never see. On April 21st - 24th the three of us will be heading down to London, and perhaps spending an afternoon at Windsor. Also, I'm finally going to see the play War Horse, which I've been dying to see since Sarah told me about it in Janruary - I've actually got a front row seat, bought and paid for! We also plan on making a trip to Westminister, St. Pauls, Tower of London, the Globe, Baker St, Abbery Road and a few other little places along the way. I can only say I'm very excited about this trip!
A HUGE deal for me is the trip we intend to take in May. To Rome. To see the VATICAN. In all my dreams I never thought I'd get there until I was 30 or so, but here I am, 21, checking the airfares and planning the routes/days. I cannot wait to see the Colesseum, Castel Sant Angelo, Trevi Fountain, Fountain of the Four Rivers, the Pantheon and the Vatican most of all.
But, while this trip is my most anticipated, it is also causing me the most worry. Airfare is jumping up every night by 10 pounds - which is adding up to a lot of money. We can either go before exams, which we can book airfare now and get the cheap seats as well as being guarenteed to not have interference with studying - OR - we can wait until the final schedule comes out in April and plan around exams, and pay more. I'm stuck between a rock and a mentally hard place here. This may sound silly, but I feel like I'm on a mission to get to the Vatican, and nothing's going to stop me from getting there. But you'll be surprised how much stopping power cost can have. Yes, I can borrow a little bit if need be, and yes, I can work it off no problem. I was convinced on waiting to see what happened with exams, thank you to my wonderfully level headed mother for that, but now, with arifare creeping up on 170.00, I'm not sure what to do! (I can only imagine how far its going to climb by April...UGH)
On a happier note, I am off to the Emerald Isle on Sunday morning for a week rediscovering my roots there. Its a five day tour around the entire Island (except for Northern Ireland), and I cannot wait to go!
So, in short, the weather's nice, the trips are falling into place, and I'm between a rock and a hard place with my mission to Rome. But, so far, things have worked out perfectly. So long as I don't spend on silly things, watch my grocery bill and try to do less laundry, I think I can pull the trip to Rome. Here's for hoping.
Wednesday, 2 March 2011
Changing Our Way of Life
Been thinking lately about the American vs UK way of life, and how much we could learn from our ancient brethern across the pond. I feel like all we do in America is live to work. We're constantly on the run, working 8-10 hour days, driving miles and miles to work, running errands, eating on the run, going to the malls and shops after work so that we don't return until after dinner. It's like we're content to always be moving, as if the standard of living is achieved by how much one can accomplish in a day.
Well - I've come to the conclusion that we're dead wrong. One should not measure their day by how many errands they've run or how many hours its been since one has been able to sit down. They should measure it by how many hours they've spent in good company, or eating a homemade meal with friends and family, about how many places they've travelled leisurely in the past year.
Coming to this conclusion was easy enough via observation. The shops here close down at 5:30pm, and on Saturdays they close down around noon, with none really open on Sundays. Though it startled me at first, as I was still running on the American, open 24 hours or until midnight sort of schedule, I have come to appreciate it. The early closing time fits with the work schedules over here, as it gives people enough time to get to the store, grab a few things for dinner, and then be at home or do whatever they please afterwards. Walking the campus at night, once dinner time rolls around, laughter rings out of every open kitchen window, often accompanied by music. People tend to gather and enjoy each others company, or go for walks or go to play a sport together. They're not always running errands or complaining about the length of their day. They're markedly happier here because of the societal schedule.
Yes, things still run on a schedule around here - just because they care more about spending time with people than objects, doesn't mean they start classes or other things whenever it suits them. They get it done and get on with their lives. And they do it cheerfully. Haven't met a single Scottish grump since I've been here. Try saying that after spending almost three weeks in America. Bet you couldn't!
Hey America - you could learn a thing or two from Scotland.
Well - I've come to the conclusion that we're dead wrong. One should not measure their day by how many errands they've run or how many hours its been since one has been able to sit down. They should measure it by how many hours they've spent in good company, or eating a homemade meal with friends and family, about how many places they've travelled leisurely in the past year.
Coming to this conclusion was easy enough via observation. The shops here close down at 5:30pm, and on Saturdays they close down around noon, with none really open on Sundays. Though it startled me at first, as I was still running on the American, open 24 hours or until midnight sort of schedule, I have come to appreciate it. The early closing time fits with the work schedules over here, as it gives people enough time to get to the store, grab a few things for dinner, and then be at home or do whatever they please afterwards. Walking the campus at night, once dinner time rolls around, laughter rings out of every open kitchen window, often accompanied by music. People tend to gather and enjoy each others company, or go for walks or go to play a sport together. They're not always running errands or complaining about the length of their day. They're markedly happier here because of the societal schedule.
Yes, things still run on a schedule around here - just because they care more about spending time with people than objects, doesn't mean they start classes or other things whenever it suits them. They get it done and get on with their lives. And they do it cheerfully. Haven't met a single Scottish grump since I've been here. Try saying that after spending almost three weeks in America. Bet you couldn't!
Hey America - you could learn a thing or two from Scotland.
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