My weekend of kissing the Blarney Stone did not actually end at Blarney Castle. From there, 150 of us made our way to Cork.
Cork is a southern city in Ireland, and it seemed to be bigger than Limerick. We got into the city and checked into our hostel. Hostels are a lot nicer than I had suspected, and we were lucky. We got an eight person bedroom- some people had to share with fourteen others. It was the first time I had slept in a bunk bed since I was about twelve. Good times.
We took a walking tour of the city, and our guide was kind enough to fill us in on a lot of the history of the city. The city itself is pretty cool, and it is host to one of the few indoor markets. You can buy fresh chicken, seafood, beef, liquor, and shirts inside. I personally would recommend the chocolate.
There is a park in the middle of the city with an interesting fountain. While we were there, they were hosting an art exhibit with huge angels decorated in a variety of ways. For those of you from Eau Claire, it is similar to the hands scattered around our city.
One of the oddest structures is a building that looks exactly like a city hall building, but for the haloed Mary at the top. When it was built, the Catholics were not allowed to make any towers on their cathedrals, so they embellished it as best they could.
We did some fun window shopping and ate at Supermac's, which is a combination ice cream parlor, Mcdonald's, and Papa Murphy's. No Irish outing is apparently complete without some form of alcohol, so everyone went out to one of the many bars at ten. Most of our roommates called it an early night and I had the privelege of going to a Centra and sharing a pint of Ben and Jerry's. My favorite kind of pint.
Monday, February 22, 2010
Monday, February 15, 2010
Kissing the Blarney Stone
"If you kiss the Blarney Stone, you'll receive the gift of the gab." I don't know if I have been given such a gift, but it certainly was an amazing experience.
Kissing the Blarney Stone is probably the most sought after experience of tourists to Ireland. (Right up there with visiting the Guinness factory). The International Society set up a trip to Cork and stopped at Blarney Castle on the way there. All 150 of us marched out of the busses and traipsed up to the castle.
The castle itself is very well intact, and full of nooks and crannies. There are signs in every room listing what it was once used for. Most memorable is probably the Murder Room- where defenders would pour hot liquid over any intruders. There are about 100 steps up to the actual stone, and the view from the top is breathtaking.
I had to wait in line to kiss the actual stone, and kissing it is quite the ordeal. A kind old Irishman is there to help you lean back, because between the step and the stone, there is only air. You have to lean back, grab two poles, and reach out to kiss a stone that can't be very sanitary. No glasses are allowed, beacause they will fall.
After kissing the stone, I explored some of the surrounding area and saw the Witch's Stone, the Wishing Steps, and the Fairy Glade. They were all breathtaking, and I'm definitely going back.
Kissing the Blarney Stone is probably the most sought after experience of tourists to Ireland. (Right up there with visiting the Guinness factory). The International Society set up a trip to Cork and stopped at Blarney Castle on the way there. All 150 of us marched out of the busses and traipsed up to the castle.
The castle itself is very well intact, and full of nooks and crannies. There are signs in every room listing what it was once used for. Most memorable is probably the Murder Room- where defenders would pour hot liquid over any intruders. There are about 100 steps up to the actual stone, and the view from the top is breathtaking.
I had to wait in line to kiss the actual stone, and kissing it is quite the ordeal. A kind old Irishman is there to help you lean back, because between the step and the stone, there is only air. You have to lean back, grab two poles, and reach out to kiss a stone that can't be very sanitary. No glasses are allowed, beacause they will fall.
After kissing the stone, I explored some of the surrounding area and saw the Witch's Stone, the Wishing Steps, and the Fairy Glade. They were all breathtaking, and I'm definitely going back.
Wednesday, February 10, 2010
Staying in Shape
For those of you following my previous blogs, you have been informed of my love of cookies. Alas, cookies come at a price- both in Euros and in pounds. Luckily, there are several ways to burn calories on campus.
There is a gym on campus, and study abroad students get free access. I am a reluctant user of the eliptical and the treadmill, but there are also weights, bikes, rowing machines, yoga balls, stair steppers, and anything else your inner aerobic instructer could desire.
The university also sports an olympic sized pool, the first one built in Ireland.
I joined the outdoor pursuits club, which means I get to climb the rock walls for free. Every Monday, Tuesday, and Thursday night, OPC members will help you climb and teach you how to belay. It's a good workout, but be warned, your arms will hurt like they have never hurt before!
You do get some natural exercise even if you don't try. It's about a mile from my village to one of my classroom buildings, and if you are anything like me, you'll be jogging to class because you are running late.
I also decided to take an Irish dance tutorial for my music class. I thought I would go and learn a few Irish steps- It's a bit more intense than I anticipated. Like, I'm wearing shorts and a T-shirt, and a pony tail next class intense. They do a lot of hopping and jumping in Irish dancing!
Between eating all of the cookies and then burning off said cookie calories, my first few weeks haven't been boring.
There is a gym on campus, and study abroad students get free access. I am a reluctant user of the eliptical and the treadmill, but there are also weights, bikes, rowing machines, yoga balls, stair steppers, and anything else your inner aerobic instructer could desire.
The university also sports an olympic sized pool, the first one built in Ireland.
I joined the outdoor pursuits club, which means I get to climb the rock walls for free. Every Monday, Tuesday, and Thursday night, OPC members will help you climb and teach you how to belay. It's a good workout, but be warned, your arms will hurt like they have never hurt before!
You do get some natural exercise even if you don't try. It's about a mile from my village to one of my classroom buildings, and if you are anything like me, you'll be jogging to class because you are running late.
I also decided to take an Irish dance tutorial for my music class. I thought I would go and learn a few Irish steps- It's a bit more intense than I anticipated. Like, I'm wearing shorts and a T-shirt, and a pony tail next class intense. They do a lot of hopping and jumping in Irish dancing!
Between eating all of the cookies and then burning off said cookie calories, my first few weeks haven't been boring.
Wednesday, February 3, 2010
Campus Life
Up until about three weeks ago, I had lived with my parents for my entire life. I knew that some adjustment would be necessary, and that living on my own outside the United States would offer its own source of little quirks-besides just the Euro.
Mother, I just want to take this opportunity to thank you for allowing me the free use of the washer and dryer. Sadly, this is not something offered at the UL (University of Limerick). There is no such thing as a laundromat in the city. (There are lauderettes, which wash your clothes for you-for a significant price). You can shell out five euro to wash and dry your clothing on campus in the tiny, third-of-the-size-of-an-American washer and dryer.
I have discovered the joys of hand washing clothing. On the bright side, the scrubbing burns calories.
Computing on campus is also a little different than in America. Wifi does not exist in my village, so I am once again corded to the wall with an LAN cable. My freedom is gone.
Future study abroad students be warned: THE KEYBOARDS ARE DIFFERENT! So, when you are typing in your new password, don't end up with a backslash instead of a capital letter. It will take you awhile to figure out, if you're anything like me.
The atmosphere on campus is much more relaxed than at home. In all of my classes, I have a project due in week nine or ten, and a final. And that's it. No homework. None. Nada. I review my notes, but that's it. It is freeing.
The Irish students feel the freedom as well. Now, as a Wisconsinite I have some knowledge of the bar scene. While I myself was not really a participator, I know a fair amount of my peers who enjoyed those particular establishments. They have nothing on the Irish students.
Most of the Irish students I have met are avid pub fans, and party Sunday through Thursday (they often go home for the weekend). Normally, a night doesn't pass when I don't here some sort of incoherent singing out my window. Many aren't too concerned with attending classes at this point in the semester, but I have been assured that the pubs empty around finals time.
Another small Irish quirk- the earliest class is at 9:00 am, and this is considered pretty early. It may have to do with the weather patterns. Here, at about 1:00 pm it still feels like 10:00 in the morning. I could still be adjusting to the time here, but I think it is more likely that the cloud cover helps out too.
I myself am enjoying the relaxed culture, and I have learned the delights of sleeping in until 10:00 on a school day.
Mother, I just want to take this opportunity to thank you for allowing me the free use of the washer and dryer. Sadly, this is not something offered at the UL (University of Limerick). There is no such thing as a laundromat in the city. (There are lauderettes, which wash your clothes for you-for a significant price). You can shell out five euro to wash and dry your clothing on campus in the tiny, third-of-the-size-of-an-American washer and dryer.
I have discovered the joys of hand washing clothing. On the bright side, the scrubbing burns calories.
Computing on campus is also a little different than in America. Wifi does not exist in my village, so I am once again corded to the wall with an LAN cable. My freedom is gone.
Future study abroad students be warned: THE KEYBOARDS ARE DIFFERENT! So, when you are typing in your new password, don't end up with a backslash instead of a capital letter. It will take you awhile to figure out, if you're anything like me.
The atmosphere on campus is much more relaxed than at home. In all of my classes, I have a project due in week nine or ten, and a final. And that's it. No homework. None. Nada. I review my notes, but that's it. It is freeing.
The Irish students feel the freedom as well. Now, as a Wisconsinite I have some knowledge of the bar scene. While I myself was not really a participator, I know a fair amount of my peers who enjoyed those particular establishments. They have nothing on the Irish students.
Most of the Irish students I have met are avid pub fans, and party Sunday through Thursday (they often go home for the weekend). Normally, a night doesn't pass when I don't here some sort of incoherent singing out my window. Many aren't too concerned with attending classes at this point in the semester, but I have been assured that the pubs empty around finals time.
Another small Irish quirk- the earliest class is at 9:00 am, and this is considered pretty early. It may have to do with the weather patterns. Here, at about 1:00 pm it still feels like 10:00 in the morning. I could still be adjusting to the time here, but I think it is more likely that the cloud cover helps out too.
I myself am enjoying the relaxed culture, and I have learned the delights of sleeping in until 10:00 on a school day.
Friday, January 29, 2010
Economy Shopping
As a college student on a budget, I was a little worried about the expense of buying groceries for the first time on my own. It was all the harder when I did not know the prices of food in Limerick. I needn't have worried.
Our first shopping trip took us to Dunnes, which is pretty much the Walmart of Ireland. Later, I made a trip to Aldi's, another store for the economy shopper.
Like America, every food product has the knockoff brand. At Ron's Castle Foods, the grocery store I work in, we have Our Family. Others of you might recognize Roundy's or Good Flavour. At Dunnes, the off brand is cleverly named Dunnes. These brands are college gold, as they allow you to save a few Euro every shopping trip.
I was pleasantly surprised to find some food is cheaper here than in the States. I can get a loaf of bread for 75 Euro cent here. This is advantageous because bread here molds really quickly. You need to consume an entire loaf within a week and a half, or lovely green spots start to appear.
Yogurt and milk are also fairly cheap. Apparently, the Irish love to consume tea and biscuits. Much to my delight, "biscuits" are actually cookies. Dirt cheap, delicious, chocolatey cookies. And I thought I would loose weight here. Oh well.
Meat, eggs, and cereal are all much more expensive here than at home. It costs about two euro for six eggs. I have reverted to yogurt and 15 euro cent bagels for breakfast. Still delicious.
Apparently, very few people bake their own cookies here. Cookie, cake, and muffin mix are all terribly expensive and are smaller in size. I have been unable to find relish or parmesan cheese.
I hope everyone in the States relishes their relish and savors their cookie dough. I will be eating
my bagels, yogurt, and "biscuits" and hoping the walk to class will get rid of most of those calories.
Our first shopping trip took us to Dunnes, which is pretty much the Walmart of Ireland. Later, I made a trip to Aldi's, another store for the economy shopper.
Like America, every food product has the knockoff brand. At Ron's Castle Foods, the grocery store I work in, we have Our Family. Others of you might recognize Roundy's or Good Flavour. At Dunnes, the off brand is cleverly named Dunnes. These brands are college gold, as they allow you to save a few Euro every shopping trip.
I was pleasantly surprised to find some food is cheaper here than in the States. I can get a loaf of bread for 75 Euro cent here. This is advantageous because bread here molds really quickly. You need to consume an entire loaf within a week and a half, or lovely green spots start to appear.
Yogurt and milk are also fairly cheap. Apparently, the Irish love to consume tea and biscuits. Much to my delight, "biscuits" are actually cookies. Dirt cheap, delicious, chocolatey cookies. And I thought I would loose weight here. Oh well.
Meat, eggs, and cereal are all much more expensive here than at home. It costs about two euro for six eggs. I have reverted to yogurt and 15 euro cent bagels for breakfast. Still delicious.
Apparently, very few people bake their own cookies here. Cookie, cake, and muffin mix are all terribly expensive and are smaller in size. I have been unable to find relish or parmesan cheese.
I hope everyone in the States relishes their relish and savors their cookie dough. I will be eating
my bagels, yogurt, and "biscuits" and hoping the walk to class will get rid of most of those calories.
Monday, January 25, 2010
The Tour of Limerick
Being a directionally-challenged American, I decided that a free tour of the city and the surrounding area would be a good idea. We set off on the "Paddywagon" to see the sights.
Downtown Limerick reminds me of the twin cities, only more picturesque and less built up. There is a substantial amound of graffiti around as well, enough to make me wary of wandering around the city at night. Limerick is nice enough to have pedestrian only streets, which makes daytime wandering that much easier.
Limerick differs from Minneapolis in that it has its own castle in the city. King John's castle was apparently never the residence of King John, but it still qualifies as a castle, and certainly looks like one. Limerick is also home to the treaty stone, which ended the fighting between the English and the French in Ireland, in exchange for the safe passage of the French soldiers to their home. Unfortunately, the rock later became known as the "Broken Treaty" stone because the English subsequently killed off all of the French soldiers after they surrendered their arms.
We left Limerick to visit the very small village of Adare. Adare is a tourist trap, but then I am a tourist. I was charmed. They have a beautiful city garden and cute little cottages and overpriced souveniers. I ate my first hot sausage roll, which was delicious.
We returned to Limerick, where our guide was kind enough to point out the pubs that have special nights, where ladies and international students can get in free. While I probably won't take advantage of these deals, many of the other students seemed appreciative.
On the whole, I find Limerick and the surrounding area charming. The countryside reminds me of Hobbiton, and who doesn't love green grass, cottages, and castles?
Downtown Limerick reminds me of the twin cities, only more picturesque and less built up. There is a substantial amound of graffiti around as well, enough to make me wary of wandering around the city at night. Limerick is nice enough to have pedestrian only streets, which makes daytime wandering that much easier.
Limerick differs from Minneapolis in that it has its own castle in the city. King John's castle was apparently never the residence of King John, but it still qualifies as a castle, and certainly looks like one. Limerick is also home to the treaty stone, which ended the fighting between the English and the French in Ireland, in exchange for the safe passage of the French soldiers to their home. Unfortunately, the rock later became known as the "Broken Treaty" stone because the English subsequently killed off all of the French soldiers after they surrendered their arms.
We left Limerick to visit the very small village of Adare. Adare is a tourist trap, but then I am a tourist. I was charmed. They have a beautiful city garden and cute little cottages and overpriced souveniers. I ate my first hot sausage roll, which was delicious.
We returned to Limerick, where our guide was kind enough to point out the pubs that have special nights, where ladies and international students can get in free. While I probably won't take advantage of these deals, many of the other students seemed appreciative.
On the whole, I find Limerick and the surrounding area charming. The countryside reminds me of Hobbiton, and who doesn't love green grass, cottages, and castles?
Friday, January 22, 2010
First-Timer
First time in an airport. First time packing. First time flying. All of these pretty much describe my experience getting to Ireland.
I have always wanted to go to Ireland. The landscape has always looked gorgeous, and from the very little I have seen, the actual countryside does not disappoint. All of the people I have met have truly been as friendly as the stereotype suggests. It is a small, wonderful country with an amazing culture.
Getting here, however, was quite an experience. I began packing with every intention of bringing only one bag, fully stocked, for an entire four months. I thought it might take half a day to pack. Five days later, I was freaking out and making multiple trips to walmart. I did manage to pack everything into one bag, but my closet here is sadly understocked. I will simply have to shop and buy clothes here. Oh, what a shame. ;).
Getting to the Chicago airport was not as easy as I had hoped. Mapquest failed my boyfriend and me (or perhaps the navigator-namely me- was simply too directionally challenged), and we circled the airport at least three times before we found the entrance. Security was a new experience as well, and upon reflection I should have worn pants that did not require a belt with a metal buckle. Lesson learned.
The airplane from Chicago to Newark was much smaller than I imagined, and the plane ride a lot faster. I didn't think airplanes were made that thin. The airplane from Newark to Ireland was a lot bigger, and I thought it was a luxurious ride. I spent a total amount of three hours playing bejeweled.
We were driven from Shannon airport to our villages on the university campus. My first view of Irish countryside was amazing. It is a charming mix of rolling hills, older farmhouses, and new cars. So far, I love it.
More later,
Rachel
I have always wanted to go to Ireland. The landscape has always looked gorgeous, and from the very little I have seen, the actual countryside does not disappoint. All of the people I have met have truly been as friendly as the stereotype suggests. It is a small, wonderful country with an amazing culture.
Getting here, however, was quite an experience. I began packing with every intention of bringing only one bag, fully stocked, for an entire four months. I thought it might take half a day to pack. Five days later, I was freaking out and making multiple trips to walmart. I did manage to pack everything into one bag, but my closet here is sadly understocked. I will simply have to shop and buy clothes here. Oh, what a shame. ;).
Getting to the Chicago airport was not as easy as I had hoped. Mapquest failed my boyfriend and me (or perhaps the navigator-namely me- was simply too directionally challenged), and we circled the airport at least three times before we found the entrance. Security was a new experience as well, and upon reflection I should have worn pants that did not require a belt with a metal buckle. Lesson learned.
The airplane from Chicago to Newark was much smaller than I imagined, and the plane ride a lot faster. I didn't think airplanes were made that thin. The airplane from Newark to Ireland was a lot bigger, and I thought it was a luxurious ride. I spent a total amount of three hours playing bejeweled.
We were driven from Shannon airport to our villages on the university campus. My first view of Irish countryside was amazing. It is a charming mix of rolling hills, older farmhouses, and new cars. So far, I love it.
More later,
Rachel
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