So it's only 9:40 pm local time, but I am beat. A long day of traveling and getting situated and oriented...takes a lot out of one. The early evening was spent exploring the few block radius around the apartment building, including local shops, restaurants, and food stores. Ended up stocking up from 3 different stores, and concluded that, no matter where you shop, it's going to be more expensive than in the States. On everything. Even Irish butter!
Dinner at a lovely pub called The Daíl Bar. Had a delicious canjun chicken salad and a pint of Guinness. I, an American, was reading Julia Child's "My Life in France" [Shout out to my friend Jon Gann for gifting it to me on my Kindle!] in a pub in Ireland with a table full of French speakers sitting nearby. It was a strange wonderful juxtaposition of culture and language.
On my way home on this blustery cool evening, I saw two young guys with instrument cases in tow, walking in the opposite direction. In my heart I wanted to follow them to wherever they were going to play, but I am just too tired to do anything else tonight.
Dinner at a lovely pub called The Daíl Bar. Had a delicious canjun chicken salad and a pint of Guinness. I, an American, was reading Julia Child's "My Life in France" [Shout out to my friend Jon Gann for gifting it to me on my Kindle!] in a pub in Ireland with a table full of French speakers sitting nearby. It was a strange wonderful juxtaposition of culture and language.
On my way home on this blustery cool evening, I saw two young guys with instrument cases in tow, walking in the opposite direction. In my heart I wanted to follow them to wherever they were going to play, but I am just too tired to do anything else tonight.
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