Cliffs of Moher and my first few days of class

Man, I hope you are ready for some pictures.

Welcome back! It is truly extraordinary how much I've done in the mere week it's been since I last posted.  After all the orientation stuff on Friday when I learned how to sign up for classes, figure out the annoying building/room codes, etc., we took a tour of the city by bus and I began to understand the concepts of roundabouts literally everywhere.  So many roundabouts.  Anyway, once we got back I ended up hanging out with some of my friends that go to UMN with me.  We ended up going to the Stables, because Fridays are International Night and it was essentially a massive party.  Since all of the Irish students were starting to come back to school from their homes, I think this was the first time I'd actually had a full conversation with a native.  The word 'native' sounds so weird and formal there but I have no idea what else to call them.  Are they all Irishmen or are the women Irishwomen?  These are the questions that keep me up at night.  Anyway, it was really great and I didn't get home til about 3 AM (sorry, mom).

Saturday was a really good indicator of how the weekend was going to go.  That morning we went into Limerick to go to the milk market, which is essentially a farmers market full of fresh food and handmade jewelry and such.  It was extremely gloomy and raining nonstop, with this ridiculous wind that made it basically unbearable to be outside, so I found a little booth that was selling wooly hats and gloves for 5 Euro; obviously I bought both and felt instantly warmer.

Since there is only so much to do in a milk market and we were given 3 hours before the buses returned, a group of us wandered around downtown and on our way back to the buses explored St. Mary's Cathedral.  It's basically in the middle of town and has been here since the 1400s.  There is a beautiful (sounds odd here but I promise it is) cemetery there as well, which has all these ornate crypts and tombstones that you never see in America.

Photo time:

We weren't allowed to go inside because there was some kind of service going on, but we did get to peek in and see all the stained glass.

Eerily beautiful, isn't it?

The main door (not in use anymore).  It's hundreds of years old and used to be the gate to somebody's castle. I can't remember who because there are about 5,000,000 castles in Ireland.

Awkward 12-year-old boy selfie I took at the door.  Hi Mom!

New friends from all over the US (:

The Irish have a lot of cute little sayings, as I'm sure you know, but this is probably my favorite thing I've ever read.

After we got back to UL, a few of us hung out for a little while, but ultimately went home because of the trip to the Cliffs of Moher we were all about to go on Saturday morning.

I had to get up at 7:30, which doesn't sound that bad to normal people but, hello, anything before 9 is forbidden in my mind.  The University had three buses completely full so the entire day was crazy.  The first landmark we came across on our journey to Clare county was Lemanagh Castle.  It's essentially in ruins today but was the home of Conor O'Brien and his wife, Maire ni Mahon, who is known as "Red Mary" in Irish folklore because of her hair.

The first real stop we had was at Poulnabrone Dolmen, which means "hole of the sorrows."  It is quite famous anthropologically (yay!) because it is a tomb that many people have been laid to rest from 3000 BC and on into the Celtic period.  The entire area is super rocky (the first indicators of what was to come) because of the glacial activity that took place in Ireland thousands of years ago.  If you don't know anything about glacial sediment, basically stones of all shapes and sizes are picked up in the glacier, moved with the glacier, and deposited wherever the glacier melts.  Thanks, ESCI1001.

Here are some pictures (starting with my new desktop background!)

Literally freaking out over this.  HOW IS EVERYTHING SO PRETTY.

Despite how gorgeous this looks, it was violently storming in between these photos.  I mean, every 90 seconds the weather would change.

I love all these stone walls, which show up almost everywhere.  There isn't any cement or anything to hold the rocks together, and whenever I see one I want to pick a rock out of the middle of the wall and watch the entire thing collapse.  Probably was really annoying when they were being built.

After Poulnabrone Dolmen we stopped at Ballyvaughan, which is a small little town in the middle of all these valleys.  The view is incredible.  Standing at the Atlantic Ocean was so weird, knowing that the same water at my feet had probably been on the shores of Cocoa Beach where my Grammie and Boppa live.  In a way, it was really comforting, but it was also a reminder of how far away from home I truly am.

After Ballyaughan was my favorite part of the trip, besides lunch (but we'll get to that).  Doolin Pier is extremely beautiful because of (in my humble opinion) the white limestone against the dark ocean.  On a normal day, you can see the Aran Islands across the bay but due to all the fog caused by the "winter" weather, it's a little hard to make out in the photos.

  

We spent a really good amount of time here but we weren't allowed to get too close to the water, which brings me to my super depressing news.  We were supposed to go on a sort of walking tour of the Cliffs of Moher, but due to the relentless storms that have been plaguing the coast, we weren't able to leave the bus because of the fear for our safety.
So check out these super high quality photos I took from the bus.

So fog. Very mist.

After enjoying the view and watching other people struggle to walk the 50 meters from the visitor's center to their cars, we set off into Doolin to get lunch. 

At this point it was nearly 2pm and all of us were starving.  Amazingly, all 180 of us crammed into O'Connors pub, which did a fantastic job of serving us and sending us on our way within the hour.  I wanted to try something more interesting than a ham sandwich, so I took the plunge and got the beef and guinness stew.  It was, in all seriousness, probably one of the best things I've ever eaten in my life and as a foodie, that is a really big commitment.  Here is my typical instagram-style photo of my meal:

This wall was filled with police/fire fighter/military badges from all over the world.  If you look closer, you can see an Eau Claire, WI one in the top left hand corner.  I didn't see any from Minneapolis, but there are literally hundreds of them and it's entirely possible I've just missed it.

After we ate, we went outside to enjoy the sunshine....for a mere 5 minutes before it downpoured and the wind nearly knocked us off our feet.

After getting all of us back on the bus, we stopped  at Lahinch Beach, a famous spot for Irish surfing.  I have no idea who would want to be in the freezing cold ocean water even in the middle of summer, but there were pretty spectacular waves.

So peaceful, right?

Nope. Literally moments after taking that photo, the waves crashed and the droplets froze midair, pelting us (HARD) with all these tiny pieces of hail.

We all thought it would stop after a few seconds but I, and all these people, had to take refuge in a nearby coffee shop because of  all the high winds.

After the beach, we took off back to Limerick.  I know the story I'm telling doesn't really sound like we saw/did that much, but by the end of the trip I was so exhausted and cold and wet that I felt like I could barely keep my eyes open, and so I slept the entire journey back.

The only annoying part of the day was that school started the next day (Monday).  I was having so much fun here until I remembered that I actually have to study and do work while I'm visiting.  Alas, gotta work hard to play hard.

My classes so far have been really interesting.  There is a lot less time spent in class than back home in Minnesota, and the lectures are much bigger.  The international students have a two week grace period to essentially sample the classes we're thinking of taking before we need to commit to 5 of them and register.  So weird, but it's been really nice getting to sort of ease into university life again.

Anyways, I've got class tomorrow and it's nearly midnight so I'm going to bed.  My next post will probably be early next week because this weekend is the International Society's trip to Blarney Castle. SO PUMPED.

Slainte!

Caroline