Chapter 7
My oh my, time sure does fly!!! We regret to inform our loyal readers that only three weeks remain of our glorious blog sessions. We like to think of them as a modern day, Fireside Chat of sorts. Make your own assumptions.
Since our last blog Emma was able to bask in the familial comfort of her visiting parents and sister…and brother in law. They visited County Donegal and were amazed by the spectacular scenery, i.e Tara’s Hill, Glenveagh National Forest/Castle, and quaint authentic thatched roof houses. It was great craic, but all good things must come to an end. The family jet-setted early this a.m. back to the U.S.
Currently Caroline and Emma are sitting in Insomnia cursing their ill-fated muffinlessness. Although Insomnia offers a great study local as well as delectable delights, the staff here don’t quite mirror that same convenience. The two of us were ill-informed one day about the muffins. We were told that to preserve the freshness of their products, Insomnia threw out all the muffins at the end of the day,that were not yoghurt based, and would readily give them away to their patrons free of charge. As poor college kids, we were quite obviously delighted. However, it’s a farce! We have yet to receive these aforementioned muffins and instead receive harsh glares and quizzical eyebrow raises upon our weekly inquiries. They haven’t a clue what we’re asking even though they initially made the offer. What say you, Insomnia?
We just had to get that off our chest.
As previously mentioned in our tribute to P.S. I Love You, blog, we have set out to find our future husbands of the Irish nationality. Caroline has been the only one of the two to make progress on this front. At Whelans, ironically, she and a friendly chap (the one whose name we couldn’t pronounce) hit it off and have had several additional “outings”. As much of a delight as he is, he doesn’t appear to be the future husband of the Irish variety. However, tonight at the Erasmus partizzle we are fo shizzle gonna meet someone that is fo rizzle.
Enough boy-talk. We are normal human beings; we are not ‘boy-crazy’ teens.
Upon Easter weekend Caroline will be jetting off to Copenhagen, Denmark and has not a clue what she will embark upon. However, she will be rendezvousing will aforementioned friend Kari of Pari. The two of them plan on spending lots of quality time together as well as spending lots-o-cash. Apparently Copenhagen will put a dent in your wallet as it is one of the world’s most expensive cities. Rats!
Emma on the other hand, will be cycling across the Aran Islands with her roomie, Jacquie, and some random international kiddos. Hopefully the weather will be as glorious as it is today.
Last Thursday, before Emma’s family came, Caroline and Emma had a family night of their own—roommate style! The weather was so glorious that they decided to gather up the troops and enjoy dinner along the canal. Heavenly! The company was grand and the patio overlooking the rippling brown waters with mother ducks and their ducklings enjoying the rebirth of spring was superb. Although Emma and Caroline have a brother-sister relationship with their roommates, the night followed a dating-esque scheme. After dinner we all headed to Savoy Cinema whereupon we viewed the joyously hilarious film, The Boat That Rocked. Rocked it did. Not only were the jams absolutely energizing and nostalgic but the comedic British cast were wildly entertaining! We left the theatre on a high that lasted through the walk home. Five stars, most definitely.
Though the flick was great the company was even better. Our roommates will be painfully missed upon the end of our stay here in Dub Town. Speaking of roommates, our two dude roomies after trekking around Europe for 10 days returned to us even more rugged than before and almost unrecognizable. Our house as we’ve mentioned before has turned into quite the youth hostel so when the two gents rang our bell Caroline answered and found them transformed. The two of them had miraculously sprouted quite impressive beards and looked at least five years older and wiser. Matt quickly found his way to the local barber and returned to his clean-shaven self. While Andy, on the other hand is becoming hairier by the day. His beard coupled with his heel-clicking capabilities and spritely personality will soon turn him into a leprechaun; we’re convinced of it.
Log on next time for more lasting impressions of our impressions of Dublin.
Slan!
E and C
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