Wednesday, July 8, 2009
to finish up
After all the shannanigans my life went back to half normal. I had been living with Chara (new flat) and Stephanie. And as fate would tell her story.... Chara inherited my job. No joke. It was pure destiny. So she's staying atleast a little longer and working at the organic resto nestled in the heart of my beloved Phoenix Park. I continued on my life and trained her how to make a killer latte. We would walk all the way to work because we were that much closer. Then I had two days off and I said my goodbyes and peaced off. I was really sad about leaving because I am really gonna miss everybody and quite frankly I'm a bit nervous about this traveling thing. Especially since I have NO PLAN! So... behold, the next month is a non-plan-plan adventure.
Thursday, July 2, 2009
Electrified
It has now been two days since we have been evicted. The first night we were evicted I slept in our appartment anyways. With no bedsheets or anything. Just the empty appartment. Chris did the same in his own room. It just sucked to have the bomb dropped upon you and then be evicted from your home the day off. Human rights just aren't as strong over here.
Last night I slept over at Teresas'. She kindy took me into her home and happens to live on the same street. However my continous disrupting of a normal life was not in short order. Everytime things settle down in Ireland and you feel at peace, something drastic brings you back into perspective and out of ease. This time is was through lightning.
There was a major storm on Canada Day evening here in Ireland. At about three in the morning Theresa and I were woken up by the sounds of 'a crashing airplane'. This is honestly what we thought. The sound was horrible. We were screaming and holding onto eachother. Rain was crashing down in Dublin. And lightning and thunder was on the prowl. Just right underneath the bedroom window in which I was sleeping next too, a lightning bolt penetrated into the wiring system. The building was constantly being struck by lightning because of the phone wires hugging the faced of the building. The alarms were going off like mad.
It was not safe to go outside at all. I called into work at 5 am stating that in no way was I going to walk an hour through the storm through an open park filled with telphone poles and trees. It was not safe. Phoenix Park is now flouded and some building in Dublin have recieved serious damage due to the storm. This is now my cue: leave Dublin. I'll be back in August. But my time here for now is done.
I really, really like Dublin but the time I was suppossed to spend here has expired.
Last night I slept over at Teresas'. She kindy took me into her home and happens to live on the same street. However my continous disrupting of a normal life was not in short order. Everytime things settle down in Ireland and you feel at peace, something drastic brings you back into perspective and out of ease. This time is was through lightning.
There was a major storm on Canada Day evening here in Ireland. At about three in the morning Theresa and I were woken up by the sounds of 'a crashing airplane'. This is honestly what we thought. The sound was horrible. We were screaming and holding onto eachother. Rain was crashing down in Dublin. And lightning and thunder was on the prowl. Just right underneath the bedroom window in which I was sleeping next too, a lightning bolt penetrated into the wiring system. The building was constantly being struck by lightning because of the phone wires hugging the faced of the building. The alarms were going off like mad.
It was not safe to go outside at all. I called into work at 5 am stating that in no way was I going to walk an hour through the storm through an open park filled with telphone poles and trees. It was not safe. Phoenix Park is now flouded and some building in Dublin have recieved serious damage due to the storm. This is now my cue: leave Dublin. I'll be back in August. But my time here for now is done.
I really, really like Dublin but the time I was suppossed to spend here has expired.
Newgrange
On the same day we were evicted, Chara and I were already going on a tour to the Hill of Tara and Newgrange.
Hill of Tara really isn't much. Basically a hill giving a great view. The hill is covered with sheep that chill next to you and also happens to be the ancient ruling area of the Celts. But now it isn't much.
Newgrange however is way cool. It is a UNESCO World Heritage sight and predates the Pyramids and Stone Henge. It dates back to the Neolithic period. Newgrange is still a mystery but because it has been so well conserved, it is believed to have been an ancient buriel sight as well as a base for early astronomy. The huge rock and grass mound-stucture works directly with the eclipse of the summer and winter soltice letting the sun penetrate for a few minutes a year into the human made cave. The large earth dome is also covered with ancient art inside and out in the form of engravings.
When I was inside of it, it felt very magical and unreal. Being made in the BC era, one can only imagine what has happened in Newgrange thorugh all these thousands of years. I really want to get to the bottem of this enigma but nobody has all the answers.
Hill of Tara really isn't much. Basically a hill giving a great view. The hill is covered with sheep that chill next to you and also happens to be the ancient ruling area of the Celts. But now it isn't much.
Newgrange however is way cool. It is a UNESCO World Heritage sight and predates the Pyramids and Stone Henge. It dates back to the Neolithic period. Newgrange is still a mystery but because it has been so well conserved, it is believed to have been an ancient buriel sight as well as a base for early astronomy. The huge rock and grass mound-stucture works directly with the eclipse of the summer and winter soltice letting the sun penetrate for a few minutes a year into the human made cave. The large earth dome is also covered with ancient art inside and out in the form of engravings.
When I was inside of it, it felt very magical and unreal. Being made in the BC era, one can only imagine what has happened in Newgrange thorugh all these thousands of years. I really want to get to the bottem of this enigma but nobody has all the answers.
Sudden Change
Life was perfect in this saga till on my day off Chara and I bumped into our Landloard. He told us to get out of the Appartment ASAP. It's a very long story but in the end: I am homeless. Chara has a new flat. Heeun and Chris are bumping at friends places. (I'm doing the same)
It's just such a long story that I don't even wan't to remember it. He is an aweful and untrustworthy man. In the end we have all learned something very important: sign contracts.
We were all evicted in 22 hours.
I am very tired right now and not having my own flat really sucks. I feel like I have already started my traveling journey. A week too early. I like it when I am established. Now I am just lost. But I'm fine at the same time because I have good friends taking care of me.
It's just such a long story that I don't even wan't to remember it. He is an aweful and untrustworthy man. In the end we have all learned something very important: sign contracts.
We were all evicted in 22 hours.
I am very tired right now and not having my own flat really sucks. I feel like I have already started my traveling journey. A week too early. I like it when I am established. Now I am just lost. But I'm fine at the same time because I have good friends taking care of me.
bits and pieces of a daily life
I keep forgetting what has happened over the last two weeks. It's fun and then slips my memory.
I know for one thing, I was hanging with my pals (Linda, Theresa and Chris) and then by fluke managed to get tickets to the premiere of the film Bruno. Which is hilarious and not recommened to be watched with the faint at heart. We were front row and laughed louder then the whole auditorium. It was just sooooooooooooo funny. There where some Irish celebrities there too but I had no clue who they were.
I have been hanging out with friends and doing things. But I honestly can't remember.
A week ago, Chara and I bumped into and artist in Temple Bar. He's a street artist and I ended up purchasing two of his works. They weren't pricy and depict seagulls in a Low-Brow formality. Very Juxtapoz. Dublin is FULL of Seagulls.
And a few days ago we had a flatmate night that we planned. Chris, Heeeun, Chara and I went to Govinda's (the Indian Veg resto). Chara and I wanted them to try something new. They really liked it. We bought two huge plates of food and splited them. After we were walking through Temple Bar to go to a pub before heading home when I bumped into my former manager from the Button Factory. He let us into that nights show for free. It was sooooo good. It was jazz night. I haven't heard that good live jazz music ever! The lead singer was very sassy and down to earth but her voiced ressonated sultry meloncholic lyrics. The Button Factory is a very cool place to be.
I know for one thing, I was hanging with my pals (Linda, Theresa and Chris) and then by fluke managed to get tickets to the premiere of the film Bruno. Which is hilarious and not recommened to be watched with the faint at heart. We were front row and laughed louder then the whole auditorium. It was just sooooooooooooo funny. There where some Irish celebrities there too but I had no clue who they were.
I have been hanging out with friends and doing things. But I honestly can't remember.
A week ago, Chara and I bumped into and artist in Temple Bar. He's a street artist and I ended up purchasing two of his works. They weren't pricy and depict seagulls in a Low-Brow formality. Very Juxtapoz. Dublin is FULL of Seagulls.
And a few days ago we had a flatmate night that we planned. Chris, Heeeun, Chara and I went to Govinda's (the Indian Veg resto). Chara and I wanted them to try something new. They really liked it. We bought two huge plates of food and splited them. After we were walking through Temple Bar to go to a pub before heading home when I bumped into my former manager from the Button Factory. He let us into that nights show for free. It was sooooo good. It was jazz night. I haven't heard that good live jazz music ever! The lead singer was very sassy and down to earth but her voiced ressonated sultry meloncholic lyrics. The Button Factory is a very cool place to be.
The Aran Islands
I have been up to a lot lately and therefore have never been online. A few weeks ago my mind was getting really restless. I needed change, I needed to get outta Dublin. Thats just me. I was a little stir crazy but only a little. So Chara and I peaced across to western Ireland to the city of Galway. It was my second time there.
Galway is a small hippie city full of hippie students and artists. Therefore, I like it. Imagine a bigger Tofino.
But the highlight about the trip wasn't Galway, it was Inishmore, the largest Island of the Aran Islands (there are three in total). These Gaelic Islands are submerged in the Atlantic ocean and are thus only attainable by an hour long ferry ride.
I think I have found where my heart belongs. The hottest day of the year that I have spent in Ireland was spent here. It was practically scorching even with the Atlantic breeze. Chara and I rented bikes and basically biked around the Island. Gazing at tiny little cottages and small rural towns that hug the coastline. We saw a few cows, and donkeys and horses. As well as some art. Life is relaxed over there. I was in awe and bliss. We went to a beach and stripped down to our underwear and played in a small beached bay. I was so glad to be back in the ocean. The hot sand was white and the water was clear. Surfing is only threatening my longing even more.
I have this romantic idea that one day (in a few years) I will go back to Inishmore and spend July and August renting a little cottage over there. I'll try and learn some Gaelic and swim and bike. Read a lot and most importantly focus on art. I will be relaxed, unoccupied with work and undistracted. Therefore able to give my heart back to art. I will only be influenced by what surrounds me: nature and color.
Galway is a small hippie city full of hippie students and artists. Therefore, I like it. Imagine a bigger Tofino.
But the highlight about the trip wasn't Galway, it was Inishmore, the largest Island of the Aran Islands (there are three in total). These Gaelic Islands are submerged in the Atlantic ocean and are thus only attainable by an hour long ferry ride.
I think I have found where my heart belongs. The hottest day of the year that I have spent in Ireland was spent here. It was practically scorching even with the Atlantic breeze. Chara and I rented bikes and basically biked around the Island. Gazing at tiny little cottages and small rural towns that hug the coastline. We saw a few cows, and donkeys and horses. As well as some art. Life is relaxed over there. I was in awe and bliss. We went to a beach and stripped down to our underwear and played in a small beached bay. I was so glad to be back in the ocean. The hot sand was white and the water was clear. Surfing is only threatening my longing even more.
I have this romantic idea that one day (in a few years) I will go back to Inishmore and spend July and August renting a little cottage over there. I'll try and learn some Gaelic and swim and bike. Read a lot and most importantly focus on art. I will be relaxed, unoccupied with work and undistracted. Therefore able to give my heart back to art. I will only be influenced by what surrounds me: nature and color.
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