Oh dear, it has been some time since I updated. And what a wondrous state of affairs I am in.
Well, I am no longer in Dublin. I spent my week in the fair city seeing as much as possible, and evenings at the theatre. If I recall correctly, I managed to visit: Guinness Storehouse, Irish Museum of Modern Art, Kilmainhaim Gaol, Archeology Museum, Yeats Library, National Gallery, Shopping, Book of Kells, and other Trinity Treats, and of course, the National Museum of the Leprechaun. Really, there is a leprechaun museum. And that's just during the day.
My evenings were spent at the theatre. We saw "Arcadia", "Importance of Being Earnest", an evening literary pub crawl (including scenes of Beckett) and I caught an evening of "Bookworms" at the Abbey. Nothing quite like finally experiencing the theatre I've only ever read about. And there was the Bloomsday walk on the 16th.
And there was the day trip to Newgrange! A day of special rocks and dirt with oodles of power and import.
Of course, all of these things deserves a greater period of reflection and consideration. But right now I am exhausted. For now I am in Galway, and finishing my first full week of classes. Yes, after a week of Dublin I hopped a train to Galway with my companions and arrived on the west coast for a month of education.
My shiny white card identifies me as a temporary student of the National University of Ireland- Galway, and my days are filled with music and literature. I have periodic lectures and charming workshops in sean nos dancing, and eventually singing. I promise that all of this is far more exciting and interesting and filled with charming anecdotes, but I am tired, and the sun hasn't quite set. I promise over the weekend a fuller account of my activities, and my own reactions, in addition to my scheduled trip to the Aran Islands.
