Trains, Planes, and Automobiles Part Two

Actually, substitute buses for trains and there you have it.

After much ado, and only a half hour of sleeping, I make it to Shannon Airport. And low and behold my bags are there... on the carasoul with halos over them as they rotate. So I run to them in slow motion, accompanied by bag pipes and tin whistles.

While waiting for the bus, I make a friend! Her name is Mary.... hmmm, more than a coincidence? the BVM? But we take the train, take crazy talk together from our jetlag and even share a cab to the university. Hot dog. Ireland is cute, cute cute... every wonderful stereotype you could imagine: green, nice people, and more pubs than nice people.

I am now sharing a townhouse with three girls. I can't wait to get drunk with them! We each have our own bedroom, which is nice. And they all seem really great. It reminds me of SMC... tear... except I hope no nuns will be creeping around. And hey, no community showers! Hot doggie! Pics to come, folks. Don't worry.

I am in looooove with Ireland. Tomorrow we have registration.... we're all in the same program here in the house so that is nice. Then we have some speeches and some receptions... then a three day weekend in which to "get acclimated to the area" aka get bombed.

GO IRISH!


P.S. Irish is cute.