Thursday, May 26, 2011

Too much to talk about, not enough to brag about


As this semester comes to a close, and reflecting back on where I've been, who I've met, and how I've changed as a result of these collective experiences, I am reminded of one of my dad's favorite sayings from his mother.  'if someone asks you how much something cost you, or how much money you have, she would always say "too much to talk about, not enough to brag about".  In a way, that's how I would quantify my experiences here in Dublin and in Europe:  I've had too many unbelievable, eye-opening experiences to be able to relate to someone in one sitting, but not enough to say that I'm a world traveler, or an expert on Irish culture, or any other culture for that matter.  The porridge wasn't too hot or cold, the chair wasn't too hard, and the bed wasn't too soft, it was just right.  I've had a taste of Europe, just enough to experience different places and different cultures, but I've left room for expansion; for a European bucket list to return to at some later point in life (who knows when that will be, soon I can only hope).

As I sit here, back at my parents' house in Florida, 3 days removed from Ireland already, I find myself thinking back on both the good and the not so good of this semester.  All of my posts have been about places I've been in Ireland or around Europe, and to only read this blog, you'd think that all I did was travel.  The truth about spending a semester living and studying somewhere is that 90% of your time is spent at school, in that environment (that may seem like a pretty obvious statement, I know).  But what I mean to say is that it's not always fun and games.  There's a difference between vacationing and actually living somewhere.  Dealing with roommate and apartment issues (and I had the pleasure of dealing with both), keeping a tight budget, maintaining relationships with friends and family back home, etc; it's not always a cake walk.  But hell, it was worth it in the end.

I remember one specific moment while still in Ireland, 3 days away from leaving to return home. I was in Galway with my mom, who had come over for the week to travel around Ireland with me, and I had gone out to meet one of my friends who was still studying at NUI Galway.  I got to the pub before they did, so I walked down the street to see what else was around when I heard singing coming out of a pub on the corner.  I walked in to this small, one-roomed pub, darly lit with a peat fire going, various memorabilia hung up on the ceiling and walls,  a bar lined with a bunch of old guys who were talking and reading the paper, and one Irish man sitting in the corner playing the guitar and singing traditional irish songs.  I ordered the last pint of Guinness I would have in Ireland and sat down to listen to this guy play.  I remember thinking how unique this atmosphere is to Ireland.  Sitting in a pub with a bunch of old salty dogs listening to Irish music and having the best Guinness I've had in Ireland is a time I'll remember well (maybe it's because I'm somewhat of an old guy at heart myself).

I have picked up little things about many cultures from my brief travels around Europe:  little customs, ways of speaking, etc.  But after a semester of study and living, 3 classes in Irish folklore, culture & society and history, I feel that I can truly identify with my Irish heritage, understand how history has affected culture and society, and tie in a few fun facts and folk legends in between.  If I were to return to Ireland again to travel or even to live and work, I would not feel as if I was living in a foreign country,  I would be returning to a place that for a while I called home.

These 5 months have brought some memories and experiences that I will look back on fondly.  I've tried to convey some of the highlights in this blog through dialogue and photos, but of course it's hard to capture the breadth, scale and atmosphere of a place on film.  I hope that you have enjoyed reading this blog, and that maybe you have taken something away from my pictures or words that will inspire you travel somewhere different, listen to a new perspective, or even to just take a second look at something that you may have always taken for granted; whether that be a person, a place, or a personal quality of yourself.  I can only be so bold to hope for any of that from a couple of brief entries, but if one of my photos turns up as a background on your computer, I'll take it as a personal success.

So with that, I leave this blog with 2 quotes and 2 personal favorite Irish songs of mine.  Enjoy

May God grant you always...A sunbeam to warm you, a moonbeam to charm you, a sheltering Angel so nothing can harm you. Laughter to cheer you. Faithful friends near you. And whenever you pray, Heaven to hear you.

May those who love us, love us; and those who don't love us, may God turn their hearts; and if He doesn't turn their hearts, may he turn their ankles so we'll know them by their limping.

Tuesday, April 5, 2011

Bray, Co. Dublin

April 3rd,

Sunday Day trip to Bray, a costal town south of Dublin City with a nice beach and hiking trails.

My friend Kelsey and I had a late brunch and took off for Bray on a beautiful, typical sunny day in Ireland.  The beach in Bray ('Bre' in Irish) resembled Plymouth beach in Massachusetts: covered in smooth, wave-worn stones that would be terribly inconvenient for the unshod beach-goer.  However, they were perfect for skipping.  After chilling out on the beach for a while and trying to add to my potential Hallmark Postcard repertoire, we headed for a nearby hill south of the beach to get a view of the surrounding area.  We happened to take the difficult trail, a steep walk up the hillside at about a 45 degree angle, but it was worth it in the end.

ouch, check out those guys. feet-killers

Post card collection?

Yea, artsy and stuff.  I'll put this one on the cover of my Memoirs... cough

bad trail choice- retreat


Everyone's after me lucky charms


View out towards the Wicklow Mountains

Looking north towards Dublin, although it's too far away to see



The day was great overall.  We stopped occasionally to admire the view, didn't rush; we weren't trying to set any first-ascent records, and just enjoyed the weather and the landscape.  On the way back we indulged in an Eddie Rockets (that's Johnny Rockets in Ireland) burger and fries: well worth it.  I couldn't have thought of a better way to spend a Sunday.

This past weekend included 2 hiking trips, and having gone to these 2 beautiful places so close to Dublin makes me wish I had done more hiking around Ireland.  There will be time to see it eventually, it's such a beautiful country.  Stay tuned in a couple weeks, I'm planning on doing a cycling trip around the Dingle Peninsula.  That's all for now though!

Glendalough, Wicklow Day Trip

Less than an hour from the Urban/Suburban sprawl of Dublin lie the Wicklow Mountains.  Glendalough is one area where St. Kevin (what up!) established a hermitage in the 7th century AD roughly.  The countryside is beautiful, you can see all the way to the Irish Sea, and on a clear day such as the one we had on Saturday, the mountains of Whales.  There's not much to say about the day, so I'll just let the pictures do the talking.

Upper Lake

Trail around the far side of the lake




The Spine trail


Lower lake




Church in St. Kevin's Monastic settlement

Brussels & Brugge

Brussels: home of the European Union Headquarters, amazing waffles, chocolate, and of course, Belgian beer
March 25th,
Solo trip from Dublin to Brussels to meet up with one of my very good friends from Holy Cross, Bob Egnatchik.  Bob goes to the University of St. Andrews in Scotland, so we met up on Friday to spend the weekend in Brussels with a side trip to Brugge.  They way the flights worked out, I got to Brussels first, around noon, found the hotel and spent the day exploring on my own to get a feeling for the city.
One of the EU HQ buildings.  Our hotel was down the street to the left

exploring around the outskirts of the city, found this little pond.  Beautiful day, about 60 F

interesting wooden exhibit attached (sort of) to the Flemish Parliament Building

front of the Flemish Capital Bldg

Overlooking the city

First Belgian beer of the weekend, while looking over a map of the city

One side street crammed with restaurants

Old town square

Old town square

some of the ornate architecture (Baroque classical? correct me if I'm wrong) 


So I didn't realize that Bob's wouldn't get to Brussels until about 11pm on Friday, so I had most-no I had the whole day to myself, which was nice because I got to explore the city and see different parts of it that I may not have seen otherwise.
Interesting story- on my way back to the hotel to chill out and wait for Bob to arrive, I was crossing the street heading away from the cathedral pictured above when I was approached by a Barcelonian guy looking for a light for his cigarette.  I told him I didn't have a light and kept walking, but he kept talking to me, asking me if I watched football (soccer) and who I favored.  I said Portugal to get him off my back, he put his hand out in agreement to shake, and then started sort of kicking my leg as if there was an imaginary ball he was trying to get from me.  He did this a couple of times, I pushed him away from me and told him to get lost, which he did.  About 5 minutes later I went to check my phone to see if Bob had called, and it was gone.  The S.O.B. had done the kicking thing to distract my senses on my leg while he picked my phone from my right front pocket.  When I realized this, I said a mental "aww hell no", put my camera in my bag, cinched my backpack tight against my back and took off to try and find him.  I rounded the corner by that cathedral, where he and his friend were walking.  I shouted sharply at him as I ran up on his heels, and luckily he didn't try to run or anything, and gave the phone back to me.  I can honestly say that I have never felt so personally violated in my life.  A part of me died after that incident, and his name was Naive Kevin.  It was a good run, Naive Kevin.  Distrusting, Jaded Kevin will miss you dearly.

When Bob finally arrived, we went out to check out some of the town center area, went to a couple of places, sampled a few different beers and caught up on the last 4 months since we had seen each other last.

March 26th,
Saturday we took the train to Brugge, a smaller city northwest of Brussels.  There were a number of Cathedrals there, including the Cathedral of the Holy Blood, which contained a vial of holy blood- a relic brought back from the Crusades.  Michelangelo's Madonna and Child sculpture was also in another church nearby.  The town was beautiful, cobblestone streets, gothic-style architecture, and of course, awesome food and beer.  The Belgian beer was not what I expected.  Most of it had a smooth taste comparable to wine.

Outside the Brugge train station, check this thing out.

Walking into Brugge

Madonna with Child



Tower in Brugge town square

Cathedral of the Holy Blood

Of course we had to go to an Irish Pub- there's no escaping them!

The red beer on the left was ridiculously sweet



After returning from Brugge to the Hotel, chilling out and watching a little bit of Anchorman on tv, we went exploring again, and of course ended up at another Irish Pub near the main square.  But it didn't matter, we could've been anywhere and it would've been a blast.  We sat outside on a balcony, even though it was a little too cold to do so, and watched people go by as the night progressed.  It didn't help us too much that the clocks moved forward an hour that night (it's a week later in Europe than in the US).

March 27th,
Sunday we woke up, checked out of the hotel and went over to an Automotive museum, which was supposed to have 500 different vehicles on display.  They did, but it was quite underwhelming.  The main highlight was a Lincoln Continental with suicide doors (you may recognize from the show, Entourage).  After getting some food, we took the train up to the site of the 1958 Worlds' Fairgrounds, including the "Atomium" (oooohhh...ahhh), modeled after an Iron crystal magnified 165 billion times.

Sweet.  I'll take one of those please

The Atomium

Inside one of the tubes of the Atomium


Top of the Atomium
We hung out outside for a while before taking the train back, enjoying the beautiful weather and sun.  Dinner that night was a Doner Kebab-we must have had about 5 of them over the course of the weekend.  They were cheap and so unbelievably delicious, I don't care what you say about the quality of the meat that they serve, or the fact that they shave it off a vertical spit with a power tool that's cousins with a Dremmel, it hits the spot when you need it to.  We explored a little more of the city that night, indulged in some delicious take-away waffles, and headed back to the Hostel.  We might as well have not even gotten a room, because we had to get up at 2:30am to walk to the bus station to catch a bus to the airport for an early flight back to Dublin.  My flight was at 6:20, Bob's wasn't until about 10.  I feel bad that he came so early, but it was good having him for the walk and the ride.  Downtown Brussels, especially near the train station, is not the most fun place to be walking alone at 3am.  But guess what we had for breakfast to keep us company.  You guessed it: Mr. Doner Kebab.

It was an awesome weekend.  Brussels is a different city than most that I've visited.  It seems to be the most developed and modern, and not as "touristy", although there were a fair share of tourists around.  Would I go back there again?  Probably not unless there was some special event to draw me there, but I would say that it is worth visiting once, and Brugge/Antwerp is a definite destination as well.