After a beautiful sunny day on Saturday spent walking around the city, we were astounded to wake up on Sunday to another sunny and pleasant day. As the sun doesn’t often shine for multiple days in a row, we decided to take advantage of our day off. After fighting our way against the current of thick crowds headed towards the local stadium (we still aren’t sure what sport it is… some kind of Gaelic soccer or rugby type game), we took a train called the DART to a cute coastal town called Greystones. There is a cliff walk about 7 km along the coastline of the Irish Sea that leads from Greystones to the town of Bray along beautiful rocky shores. It was perfect because it was warm outside, but the sun was hidden behind the clouds so it wasn’t hot either. After about an hour and a half, we made it to Brey and rewarded ourselves with ice cream on the beach. Pictures are up on Snapfish. (Try this link- http://www3.snapfish.co.uk/share/p=684251222346605306/l=121548294/g=144240205/cobrandOid=1007/otsc=SYE/otsi=SALB)
Upon returning to Dublin, we were pretty exhausted and went to sleep early to prepare for our first full work week. Sarah is working at UCD (University College Dublin) as a personal assistant to the vice president of research at the university. The job has a lot more responsibility than she anticipated, but she thinks it will be a good experience since she has never worked in an office before. Erin is temping for an insurance company as a typist on a week to week basis—keep your fingers crossed that it lasts for a while! Erica is working as a receptionist at Abbey Court Hostel on Bachelor’s Quay (right on the river). It’s a great feeling to finally be settled and be able to enjoy and relax when we’re not working!
Thursday, September 25, 2008
Mummified Animals With No Admission Fee
Well, the weekend brought with it a number of interesting opportunities, as weekends ought to. Friday afternoon, as Sarah and I sighed in simultaneous relief for the end of the workweek (we’re not sure how you office people do it….but I guess we better get used to the 9-5 schedule….) and Erica completed her first day at her new job, we were fortunate enough to discover that it was Culture Night in lovely Dublin-town. Culture Night, we were delighted to find, meant that almost all of the city’s cultural attractions were free for the night, and open late (until 11pm).
We began Culture Night by wandering to a kebab house, Momo’s (haha), for a quick and satisfying dinner before making our way over the Liffey to the other side of town….the dreaded Southside (for those of you out of the loop, there is a bit of a rivalry between the North Side and the South Side, and we live on the North Side, so hence the animosity….). We decided first to try to see the Book of Kells at Trinity College. Despite the fact that you were supposed to have a ticket to get in (they were free, but you were still supposed to get one), Erica talked us past the guard and we were able to take our free tour of the museum dedicated to the manuscript that was created sometime in the early 9th century. The Book of Kells certainly did not disappoint. It was beautiful and old and intriguing…..everything that you would want in a 1000-some year-old illuminated manuscript. The tour also included a visit to the famous Long Room of the Trinity College Library, which houses about 200,000 of the library’s oldest books. Picture the Library from “Beauty and the Beast” and you might get an idea for the feel of the Long Room. As many of you can guess, all three of us bookworms could barely resist jumping the ropes that kept visitors from the shelves and grabbing as many of the old books as we could get our grubby hands on.
We made our way from Trinity College down Dame Street to Christchurch Cathedral (about a 10 minute walk). It was begun in about 1030 and has been a spot for continued worship since then, though the building has been changed many times over the years. The structure was quite imposing, but the coolest parts of our exploration of the church was the crypt. Down there we saw sarcophagi, a display about the objects used in worship (silver spoons and so forth), an interesting little aside about King William III (go Tribe!) and a mummified cat and rat. If you stopped short on that last bit, so did we. Apparently the cat was chasing the rat around the church in the mid 1800’s and they both got caught in the pipe of the organ, where they were mummified. Pretty morbid, but also pretty hilarious (see picture below).
St. Patrick’s Cathedral was the last spot for our Culture Night tour of Dublin. A church has stood on the spot of St.Pat’s since the 5th Century, but the current structure was built in the early 13th century. It is the largest church in the entire country, and it was pretty impressive. Especially at night. There is something about going into a church at night that is both spooky and impressive—probably because it is not the normal time that you see them. It was quite an enjoyable experience.
that rat is scarily huge...
We began Culture Night by wandering to a kebab house, Momo’s (haha), for a quick and satisfying dinner before making our way over the Liffey to the other side of town….the dreaded Southside (for those of you out of the loop, there is a bit of a rivalry between the North Side and the South Side, and we live on the North Side, so hence the animosity….). We decided first to try to see the Book of Kells at Trinity College. Despite the fact that you were supposed to have a ticket to get in (they were free, but you were still supposed to get one), Erica talked us past the guard and we were able to take our free tour of the museum dedicated to the manuscript that was created sometime in the early 9th century. The Book of Kells certainly did not disappoint. It was beautiful and old and intriguing…..everything that you would want in a 1000-some year-old illuminated manuscript. The tour also included a visit to the famous Long Room of the Trinity College Library, which houses about 200,000 of the library’s oldest books. Picture the Library from “Beauty and the Beast” and you might get an idea for the feel of the Long Room. As many of you can guess, all three of us bookworms could barely resist jumping the ropes that kept visitors from the shelves and grabbing as many of the old books as we could get our grubby hands on.
We made our way from Trinity College down Dame Street to Christchurch Cathedral (about a 10 minute walk). It was begun in about 1030 and has been a spot for continued worship since then, though the building has been changed many times over the years. The structure was quite imposing, but the coolest parts of our exploration of the church was the crypt. Down there we saw sarcophagi, a display about the objects used in worship (silver spoons and so forth), an interesting little aside about King William III (go Tribe!) and a mummified cat and rat. If you stopped short on that last bit, so did we. Apparently the cat was chasing the rat around the church in the mid 1800’s and they both got caught in the pipe of the organ, where they were mummified. Pretty morbid, but also pretty hilarious (see picture below).
St. Patrick’s Cathedral was the last spot for our Culture Night tour of Dublin. A church has stood on the spot of St.Pat’s since the 5th Century, but the current structure was built in the early 13th century. It is the largest church in the entire country, and it was pretty impressive. Especially at night. There is something about going into a church at night that is both spooky and impressive—probably because it is not the normal time that you see them. It was quite an enjoyable experience.
that rat is scarily huge...
Monday, September 15, 2008
Americans Love Castles
A brief recap of the last week: we still have no jobs. To give ourselves some credit, we’ve had a couple trials (which is a common thing to do here, it’s like a test run to see how you do) that didn’t go especially well, and we’ve had some temp assignments… not the most thrilling but at least it’s a little bit of money coming in. Ultimately though, we still don’t have anything permanent, but have some promising interviews this week. Fingers crossed!
So now we’re all moved in. Besides the mold throughout the room, the leak in our entrance, the freezing cold showers and room, the kitchen being constantly messy, and not having a key to our entrance, everything’s “sound” (as the Irish say). In reality, it’s not actually too bad, and we’ve met some cool people so far. There’s:
-Stephanie, the laid-back Belgium girl
-Andrea, the German Chemistry student (who, when we invited her to see Trim Castle with us, grunted and said, “Americans love castles!”)
-Wellington, a chatty Brazilian who sings when he cooks
-13 Spaniards
-David, the South African groundskeeper who lives across the hall from us
-a few others that pass through who we haven’t gotten to know yet
One night we all hung out and had a characteristic scene out of a movie (L’auberge Espagnol for those of you who’ve seen it) where we all drank and had a guitar sing-a-long. It’s been fun so far and seems to be a good atmosphere where everyone gets along.
Yesterday we went to Trim Castle, about a 45 minute bus ride Northwest of Dublin. It’s the largest and oldest castle in Ireland from the 12th Century! We wandered around the grounds and took a tour of the castle where we got to go up on the roof and see some pretty views. Apparently a lot of the movie Braveheart was filmed on the grounds, which is strange considering the movie takes place in Scotland, but cool nonetheless. It was really awesome to see the castle and it actually didn’t rain until we had finished the tour, which was pretty lucky. Afterwards we walked around the sleepy town (which took about 5 minutes, and nothing was open because it was Sunday), so we got some coffee and then took shelter in a nice hotel while we waited for our bus to arrive. Pictures are up on Snapfish of the weekend!
So now we’re all moved in. Besides the mold throughout the room, the leak in our entrance, the freezing cold showers and room, the kitchen being constantly messy, and not having a key to our entrance, everything’s “sound” (as the Irish say). In reality, it’s not actually too bad, and we’ve met some cool people so far. There’s:
-Stephanie, the laid-back Belgium girl
-Andrea, the German Chemistry student (who, when we invited her to see Trim Castle with us, grunted and said, “Americans love castles!”)
-Wellington, a chatty Brazilian who sings when he cooks
-13 Spaniards
-David, the South African groundskeeper who lives across the hall from us
-a few others that pass through who we haven’t gotten to know yet
One night we all hung out and had a characteristic scene out of a movie (L’auberge Espagnol for those of you who’ve seen it) where we all drank and had a guitar sing-a-long. It’s been fun so far and seems to be a good atmosphere where everyone gets along.
Yesterday we went to Trim Castle, about a 45 minute bus ride Northwest of Dublin. It’s the largest and oldest castle in Ireland from the 12th Century! We wandered around the grounds and took a tour of the castle where we got to go up on the roof and see some pretty views. Apparently a lot of the movie Braveheart was filmed on the grounds, which is strange considering the movie takes place in Scotland, but cool nonetheless. It was really awesome to see the castle and it actually didn’t rain until we had finished the tour, which was pretty lucky. Afterwards we walked around the sleepy town (which took about 5 minutes, and nothing was open because it was Sunday), so we got some coffee and then took shelter in a nice hotel while we waited for our bus to arrive. Pictures are up on Snapfish of the weekend!
Wednesday, September 10, 2008
video and picture links
We have uploaded our first video! At the moment we don't have internet at our house so it may be a couple weeks before we add more videos, but here it is:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=U9Fdl4JlCbQ
We've also uploaded our first set of pictures! Check it out:
http://www3.snapfish.ie/share/p=146101221052416042/l=121532585/g=144240205/cobrandOid=1023/otsc=SYE/otsi=SALB
If the link doesn't work, just ask one of us to email you the link directly from our account :)
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=U9Fdl4JlCbQ
We've also uploaded our first set of pictures! Check it out:
http://www3.snapfish.ie/share/p=146101221052416042/l=121532585/g=144240205/cobrandOid=1023/otsc=SYE/otsi=SALB
If the link doesn't work, just ask one of us to email you the link directly from our account :)
"Ahhhh, Qwerty!"
After searching the internet, newspapers, and posting boards for places to live, we finally decided on a house- an amazing feat for 3 very indecisive people! It’s not at all what we had imagined, but after debating for an hour over a pint of Guinness we finally made a decision. It’s a newly renovated house at the top of O’Connell St. in north Dublin, one of the most famous streets in the city. It’s a 4 story house that’s kind of like a hostel because its rooms are rented on a weekly basis, so people from all over the world can stay there for any length of time and there’s a common living area and kitchen. However, we got a pretty sweet deal because our room is in the basement and we have our own bathroom, entrance and kitchenette, so if the kitchen is ever really full we have our own space to cook in. We’re pretty excited because it’s in a great location, and we can meet random people who are coming and going from the city. We move in Monday!
We’ve had some interesting and fun times meeting people so far. One night we went out for a couple drinks in Temple Bar, a touristy district with lots of pubs. The 3 of us were sitting at a bar in the second floor of this place called the Gogarty, which has a yellow façade and all of these international flags on the outside of the building. They had live music playing, so it seemed like a pretty cool place to have a pint. Little did we factor in Rory and his very drunk friend. Rory was a construction worker who gave us his business card and told us repeatedly to get out of the hostel as quick as we can, and not to work at McDonalds because they pay pennies. After not leaving us alone for 20 minutes, we made up an excuse and escaped down the stairs to a new, safe location.
Though we did meet some weirdoes, there have also been some cool people, such as our new French friend Camille. Erica and Erin had gone from the hostel where we were staying down the road to the grocery store to buy a pack of beer (Tesco brand—they even have “bobo brand” beer here!). Erin was waiting outside the store because she didn’t have her id with her (they sometimes card us here—we think that it is because of our American accents…discrimination!) and Erica started talking to Camille in line. He was also buying beer. We started walking back to the hostel, and lo and behold, he was staying in the same one!
We hung out with Camille for a few hours, and we talked about everything from the American Civil War and current Presidential election to the advantages and disadvantages of Guinness. We also instantly made him our facebook friend! When he logged onto Erica’s computer to accept our facebook friend requests, he exclaimed “Ah, Qwerty!”, much to our surprise. Apparently the American keyboard is called (slang, we’re assuming) Qwerty because it starts with QWERTY instead of AZERTY. We had no idea what he was talking about. It was pretty funny.
The last night in our hostel we went into our new room (long story short: we had to change rooms because our reservation got messed up) and ran into two German guys, Franz and Hans. We started talking with them and ended up staying in our room chatting with them for five hours! They were super nice and really funny guys who made up erupt into hysterics countless times. Their English was great for the most part, but a few times their intended meanings got lost in translation, making for some comical imagery. For example: when Franz said he likes to read historical romance novels (imagine Fabio in the 16th Century), or that his mother would have us over to eat for dinner, or asking us if we brought traditional American clothing with us (would the American equivalent to a German lederhosen be colonial garb?). The next morning we walked around the city for a couple hours with them, but then they had to go to the airport to return to Germany. They actually live in Bavaria near Munich and told us to come to Oktoberfest to meet up with them, which we would love to do. It probably wont work out because Oktoberfest starts really soon and it would probably cost too much money to plan last minute, but hopefully we will see them again one day.
We’ve had some interesting and fun times meeting people so far. One night we went out for a couple drinks in Temple Bar, a touristy district with lots of pubs. The 3 of us were sitting at a bar in the second floor of this place called the Gogarty, which has a yellow façade and all of these international flags on the outside of the building. They had live music playing, so it seemed like a pretty cool place to have a pint. Little did we factor in Rory and his very drunk friend. Rory was a construction worker who gave us his business card and told us repeatedly to get out of the hostel as quick as we can, and not to work at McDonalds because they pay pennies. After not leaving us alone for 20 minutes, we made up an excuse and escaped down the stairs to a new, safe location.
Though we did meet some weirdoes, there have also been some cool people, such as our new French friend Camille. Erica and Erin had gone from the hostel where we were staying down the road to the grocery store to buy a pack of beer (Tesco brand—they even have “bobo brand” beer here!). Erin was waiting outside the store because she didn’t have her id with her (they sometimes card us here—we think that it is because of our American accents…discrimination!) and Erica started talking to Camille in line. He was also buying beer. We started walking back to the hostel, and lo and behold, he was staying in the same one!
We hung out with Camille for a few hours, and we talked about everything from the American Civil War and current Presidential election to the advantages and disadvantages of Guinness. We also instantly made him our facebook friend! When he logged onto Erica’s computer to accept our facebook friend requests, he exclaimed “Ah, Qwerty!”, much to our surprise. Apparently the American keyboard is called (slang, we’re assuming) Qwerty because it starts with QWERTY instead of AZERTY. We had no idea what he was talking about. It was pretty funny.
The last night in our hostel we went into our new room (long story short: we had to change rooms because our reservation got messed up) and ran into two German guys, Franz and Hans. We started talking with them and ended up staying in our room chatting with them for five hours! They were super nice and really funny guys who made up erupt into hysterics countless times. Their English was great for the most part, but a few times their intended meanings got lost in translation, making for some comical imagery. For example: when Franz said he likes to read historical romance novels (imagine Fabio in the 16th Century), or that his mother would have us over to eat for dinner, or asking us if we brought traditional American clothing with us (would the American equivalent to a German lederhosen be colonial garb?). The next morning we walked around the city for a couple hours with them, but then they had to go to the airport to return to Germany. They actually live in Bavaria near Munich and told us to come to Oktoberfest to meet up with them, which we would love to do. It probably wont work out because Oktoberfest starts really soon and it would probably cost too much money to plan last minute, but hopefully we will see them again one day.
Friday, September 5, 2008
Razor razor vs. St. Conor
After 12 hours of sleep, we felt refreshed and went to our BUNAC orientation in the morning. For those of you who don't know, BUNAC is the program who helped us get our work visas and at orientation they told us everything we need to know about finding jobs, house hunting, taxes, mobile phones, basically anything you can think of. The girls who work there are really nice and are there to help us if we ever need advice (and we have definitely already taken them up on that as one girl gave all of us resume advice).
The last few days have been an epic journey of ups and downs to find a job and a house. We've mostly split up to hit the streets and drop off our resumes ("CVs") to different places. Erin and Sarah are mostly looking for restaurant jobs so far, while Erica has been trying to get hired as a hotel receptionist. We've all also applied to jobs online, but unfortunately none of us have heard back from anywhere yet. However, Erin and Sarah both applied to a temp agency and have interviews with them early next week, so fingers crossed that we do well because those jobs are supposed to pay pretty good. The interview is supposed to consist of a computer skills test that a monkey could pass, so we should be ok.
Housing has been a bit stressful. As a group of 3, our options are very limited. Dublin is divided into the north and south by the Liffey River, and most of the touristy things are in the south, meaning that we'll probably live in the north because it's cheaper. First we went to a 3 bedroom house (2 twins, 1 single) owned by a funny Irishman named Conor (who we later nicknamed "St. Conor") and the house was really cute and nice. But, the biggest problem was that it was located about an hour walk from the city center, and we want to be about half that distance. Regrettably, we had to decline. Today we looked at another house owned by a guy named Ray (whose email was razor razor) and when we got there only 2 of the 3 beds were left, so that was pretty much a wasted trip. We've sent a lot of emails and made a bunch of phone calls, and at the moment only have 1 lead. On the way to look at it, we got stuck in the rain and were completely soaked from head to toe by the time we got home. It didn't help that we missed our turn and walked about 30 mins out of the way. Anyway, it's a 2 bedroom house, and we would have a triple ensuite room. The rent is pretty good because it has everything included (utilities, laundry, internet) and is in a cute neighborhood about a 25-30 min walk of the city center. The biggest negative is that it's an extremely small house, and we don't know who the other 2 roommates will be yet (which could potentially be a positive, but it's hard to say). At the moment this place looks the most promising, but we have until Monday to decide so will spend the weekend looking at other options. If nothing works out, we may have to face the possibility of splitting up and all living on our own, but we're hoping it won't come down to that.
We were just talking to some French guys in the hostel, and they showed us this link that can only speak for itself. As a preface, it's supposedly the hippest dance in French nightclubs at the moment called "Yelle".
http://www.dailymotion.com/relevance/search/yelle/video/x2oflu_exclu-yelle-acdg-tepr-remix-alterna_music
The last few days have been an epic journey of ups and downs to find a job and a house. We've mostly split up to hit the streets and drop off our resumes ("CVs") to different places. Erin and Sarah are mostly looking for restaurant jobs so far, while Erica has been trying to get hired as a hotel receptionist. We've all also applied to jobs online, but unfortunately none of us have heard back from anywhere yet. However, Erin and Sarah both applied to a temp agency and have interviews with them early next week, so fingers crossed that we do well because those jobs are supposed to pay pretty good. The interview is supposed to consist of a computer skills test that a monkey could pass, so we should be ok.
Housing has been a bit stressful. As a group of 3, our options are very limited. Dublin is divided into the north and south by the Liffey River, and most of the touristy things are in the south, meaning that we'll probably live in the north because it's cheaper. First we went to a 3 bedroom house (2 twins, 1 single) owned by a funny Irishman named Conor (who we later nicknamed "St. Conor") and the house was really cute and nice. But, the biggest problem was that it was located about an hour walk from the city center, and we want to be about half that distance. Regrettably, we had to decline. Today we looked at another house owned by a guy named Ray (whose email was razor razor) and when we got there only 2 of the 3 beds were left, so that was pretty much a wasted trip. We've sent a lot of emails and made a bunch of phone calls, and at the moment only have 1 lead. On the way to look at it, we got stuck in the rain and were completely soaked from head to toe by the time we got home. It didn't help that we missed our turn and walked about 30 mins out of the way. Anyway, it's a 2 bedroom house, and we would have a triple ensuite room. The rent is pretty good because it has everything included (utilities, laundry, internet) and is in a cute neighborhood about a 25-30 min walk of the city center. The biggest negative is that it's an extremely small house, and we don't know who the other 2 roommates will be yet (which could potentially be a positive, but it's hard to say). At the moment this place looks the most promising, but we have until Monday to decide so will spend the weekend looking at other options. If nothing works out, we may have to face the possibility of splitting up and all living on our own, but we're hoping it won't come down to that.
We were just talking to some French guys in the hostel, and they showed us this link that can only speak for itself. As a preface, it's supposedly the hippest dance in French nightclubs at the moment called "Yelle".
http://www.dailymotion.com/relevance/search/yelle/video/x2oflu_exclu-yelle-acdg-tepr-remix-alterna_music
Huh, you travel light!
Hello everyone!
We're writing to you from the other side of the Atlantic Ocean. It is about 8:30pm here, and we are enjoying a beer in the hostel lounge in Dublin. Living the good life!
The first few days here have been a whirlwind! The flight went smoothly enough. Erica, of course, slept the whole time, while me and Sarah suffered for the entire 7 hour flight trying to sleep and failing. We both hate her, consequently. But seriously, the flight was uneventful, and we made it to the airport early (a surprise, considering all of the recent troubles with flights in the US). Customs was fine, and we found our bags easily. That was about the only easy part of our baggage situation. The girls and I each came to Ireland with a huge backpacker's backpack, second bag and carry on. It was a ton of stuff! We looked like ridiculous pack mules in the airport. I think that some of the baggage workers in the airport were laughing at us. Actually, when Sarah and I went to the bathroom and Erica was guarding the baggage, a woman walked by her and commented, "huh, you travel light." Haha! She gets ridiculed because she had the good fortune of sleeping on the flight over :)
Getting to the city center from the airport via bus was simple enough, but getting from the bus to the hostel was a bit more difficult. With all of our baggage, and no map or idea where to go, we wandered around like lost leprechauns until someone on the street was nice enough to point us in the right direction. Did we mention that there are no street signs on some of the blocks, and that the streets that do have signs are posted inconveniently on buildings? But needless to say, we struggled the few blocks to our hostel, Abraham House, and checked in.
Free of our bags, we set out to explore the city that will be our home for the next 4 months. We started out strong, hitting St. Stephen's Green, Trinity College, Grafton Street, Temple Bar, St. Patrick's and Christ Church Cathedral, and meandering in between. But by about 2pm, running on no sleep, we were all falling asleep in our lunches. We forced ourselves to stay awake, though, and made it until 7pm before crashing. We managed to enjoy our first delicious pint of the black stuff before giving into oblivion, served to us by our now-favorite bartender, a man called Michael.
The weather, bizarrely, was quite sunny on arrival, a deceptive introduction to our life here in Ireland....
Erin, Erica and Sarah
We're writing to you from the other side of the Atlantic Ocean. It is about 8:30pm here, and we are enjoying a beer in the hostel lounge in Dublin. Living the good life!
The first few days here have been a whirlwind! The flight went smoothly enough. Erica, of course, slept the whole time, while me and Sarah suffered for the entire 7 hour flight trying to sleep and failing. We both hate her, consequently. But seriously, the flight was uneventful, and we made it to the airport early (a surprise, considering all of the recent troubles with flights in the US). Customs was fine, and we found our bags easily. That was about the only easy part of our baggage situation. The girls and I each came to Ireland with a huge backpacker's backpack, second bag and carry on. It was a ton of stuff! We looked like ridiculous pack mules in the airport. I think that some of the baggage workers in the airport were laughing at us. Actually, when Sarah and I went to the bathroom and Erica was guarding the baggage, a woman walked by her and commented, "huh, you travel light." Haha! She gets ridiculed because she had the good fortune of sleeping on the flight over :)
Getting to the city center from the airport via bus was simple enough, but getting from the bus to the hostel was a bit more difficult. With all of our baggage, and no map or idea where to go, we wandered around like lost leprechauns until someone on the street was nice enough to point us in the right direction. Did we mention that there are no street signs on some of the blocks, and that the streets that do have signs are posted inconveniently on buildings? But needless to say, we struggled the few blocks to our hostel, Abraham House, and checked in.
Free of our bags, we set out to explore the city that will be our home for the next 4 months. We started out strong, hitting St. Stephen's Green, Trinity College, Grafton Street, Temple Bar, St. Patrick's and Christ Church Cathedral, and meandering in between. But by about 2pm, running on no sleep, we were all falling asleep in our lunches. We forced ourselves to stay awake, though, and made it until 7pm before crashing. We managed to enjoy our first delicious pint of the black stuff before giving into oblivion, served to us by our now-favorite bartender, a man called Michael.
The weather, bizarrely, was quite sunny on arrival, a deceptive introduction to our life here in Ireland....
Erin, Erica and Sarah
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