21 March 2007
Today we took a day trip to Cashel, which is a complex of five ruins/castles/religious buildings from dating from the 11th Century. It was amazing. I loved the oldness of it all. I just wanted to hug the wall, and actually I did. So very overwhelmed I was! I could have stayed there forever and smelled the oldness of Cormac’s chapel for ages, that wet, musty smell of old. I just wish I had more time to sit there and just imagine everything, everyone that has gone before me in that place. That’s the hardest thing about ruins, it’s hard to imagine that anybody once actually used these buildings, that they were covered by Irish oak roofs and painted with frescoes. It was a bit chilly today though.
Yesterday it was cold too and full of class time. Ann and I stopped back by the yarn store for more yarn for her, my young apprentice. The wool store is great, but it’s testing my math skills. My new math major friends would be proud… or they’d laugh.
I’ve taken to working out in the gym in the basement here. It feels so good to sweat a lot again. I haven’t run here yet because I was too busy in Dublin and here the time of day that I would run is rush hour and that’s not a good time to go running. So, it’s the workout room complete with smelly eastern European men for me. They are really really smelly. I thought I smelled bad when I worked out, but this one gaggle of men really stunk to high heaven. I wonder if deodorant is a cross cultural kind of thing, because if it’s not, I think it should be.
That’s about it from Cork for today. I’ve got to write some reflective journal entries for class for tomorrow and eat dinner. Some latin homework sounds in order as well… Hopefully I’ll wear myself out so much that I’ll sleep like a baby tonight. Last night I had a dream that I was in the pageant again and that was no good. Good evening to you!
Today we took a day trip to Cashel, which is a complex of five ruins/castles/religious buildings from dating from the 11th Century. It was amazing. I loved the oldness of it all. I just wanted to hug the wall, and actually I did. So very overwhelmed I was! I could have stayed there forever and smelled the oldness of Cormac’s chapel for ages, that wet, musty smell of old. I just wish I had more time to sit there and just imagine everything, everyone that has gone before me in that place. That’s the hardest thing about ruins, it’s hard to imagine that anybody once actually used these buildings, that they were covered by Irish oak roofs and painted with frescoes. It was a bit chilly today though.
Yesterday it was cold too and full of class time. Ann and I stopped back by the yarn store for more yarn for her, my young apprentice. The wool store is great, but it’s testing my math skills. My new math major friends would be proud… or they’d laugh.
I’ve taken to working out in the gym in the basement here. It feels so good to sweat a lot again. I haven’t run here yet because I was too busy in Dublin and here the time of day that I would run is rush hour and that’s not a good time to go running. So, it’s the workout room complete with smelly eastern European men for me. They are really really smelly. I thought I smelled bad when I worked out, but this one gaggle of men really stunk to high heaven. I wonder if deodorant is a cross cultural kind of thing, because if it’s not, I think it should be.
That’s about it from Cork for today. I’ve got to write some reflective journal entries for class for tomorrow and eat dinner. Some latin homework sounds in order as well… Hopefully I’ll wear myself out so much that I’ll sleep like a baby tonight. Last night I had a dream that I was in the pageant again and that was no good. Good evening to you!
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