The Fun's Not Over Yet!

        I am glad to report that the jet lag is over! {*insert your own celebration for me here*}

After a little morning yoga in my room and some time with the Lord I embarked on the second day-third day including flight time- of my journey. Breakfast was skimdiddilyscrumptious or something like that. Parfait "pot" as they call it + eggs + and sausage. With strenuous walking and the constant necessity for a wide awake brain, i'm truly beginning to grasp this beautiful concept of eating for energy. I more often find myself eating something that will provide adequate energy that stuffing my face.
 

its true, I do love Irish food.

***  On a slight side note, there is something truly respectable to be found in Ireland. They appreciate the small things. A light sprinkle of rain, a pint with friends, and a cube of sugar. You might find yourself questioning the whole "cube of sugar", but it's really something rather special to take notice of. Here in Ireland it is almost impossible to find artificial sweeteners. Besides the casual aspartame found in carbonated beverages, all restaurants here serve SUGAR. At first, being who I am, I was enraged. It ticked me off that I couldn't scoop of a sweet-n-low and fix up my coffee. Here's the real truth though- they appreciate sugar therefore they do not abuse sugar. Let that swish around your brain ;)

    Of course, our lovely faculty (they prefer the term friends) had an ideal itinerary set up for us students. It would practically be a violation of the law if you did not take time to visit and tour Waterford Crystal! Friends...it was remarkable. The skill, the time, the precision. I will never look at crystal the same after the awesome tour we experienced.

Following our first tour we ventured off on the next tour with a local tour guide named Jack. Oh jack. Let me tell ya, the sight of a small Irish man perched on a wall spilling out his incredible knowledge of the history of Waterford is a memory I will never forget. From his wit to his plan for caravanning (hustling across the street as a group-in the middle of traffic), it was a tour I recommend every person visiting should take!

It was so beautiful, I forgot the story behind it.

This is Jack. Say hello to Jack.

 Let's not forget free time. But I must warn you faithful readers: there will be ranting. there will be frustration. But it all turns out in the end.


A bright note to start off this free-time tour:

Lunch- open faced salmon sandwich with a "generous" helping of salad as they say (9 euro)

Then truffles and espresso on a street cafe (3 euro)

#1 sign you're not a local: phones

       So there is this lovely thing called pay-as-you-go with 15 cent/min international calling. Ha! I've had this phone for 8 hours. First-it locked me out...45 minutes later I return to the store for the mysterious password that will unlock the gates of communication...denied due to the fact they had no way of proving it was my phone...second codes to unlock work-codes to call...boo.

#2 sign you're not a local: Euros

    It might just be me, but i'm pretty sure this whole deal of wrapping my brain around euros is an adventure in itself. Thankfully Ashton is helping me out on this one.

#3 sign you're not a local: Grocery Stores

      All i've got to say about this is, make sure you check about American cards and don't forget that this isn't lazy America where everything is bagged for you. BYOB (bring your own bag folks or it will cost ya a finger---just kidding, 2 euros)



   No worries, this is the good part of the story. We spent the evening at the theater seeing On the Razzle; a comedy about crazy love and its woes and schemes.

 Oh also, check this out. This is 10 p.m. ya'll blue skies in all. I hope this sheds some light on the issues of time change adjustment. That's it "lovelies" (such a beautiful term of endearment that locals say to us). Until next time.