So I know it's been a while, but I've been gone. Easter break has been the past two weeks, allowing me a fair bit of traveling. I began my break with a visit from Lena (down from Sweden). We spent the majority of St.Patrick's Day in Dublin. Due to its proximity to Easter and Holy Week the holiday itself was moved and its status as a day of obligation was removed for the year. I wasn't in church for the moved date, and I don't think a whole lot of other people were, either. While its date was moved, it was still celebrated on the 17th - though celebrations began the previous Friday. It was quite similar to celebrations in the US, but in a way also similar to the 4th of July in the US. Green and orange were everywhere, various "Irish" costumes were worn, and everyone celebrated. Lena and I went to the parade (where she proved to me that to be small is definitely a disadvantage) and spent the morning about the city. In true Ireland fashion (not being insulting, it's just what I've found to be the case more often than at home) the parade started late. Half an hour late. The weather was absolutely gorgeous though, so it wasn't at all unpleasant to be out in. I'm completely convinced that side of the island is always sunny. It always is when I visit. Below I've included an RTÉ clip (from YouTube) of the parade:
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On St.Patrick's Day in Ireland
So I know it's been a while, but I've been gone. Easter break has been the past two weeks, allowing me a fair bit of traveling. I began my break with a visit from Lena (down from Sweden). We spent the majority of St.Patrick's Day in Dublin. Due to its proximity to Easter and Holy Week the holiday itself was moved and its status as a day of obligation was removed for the year. I wasn't in church for the moved date, and I don't think a whole lot of other people were, either. While its date was moved, it was still celebrated on the 17th - though celebrations began the previous Friday. It was quite similar to celebrations in the US, but in a way also similar to the 4th of July in the US. Green and orange were everywhere, various "Irish" costumes were worn, and everyone celebrated. Lena and I went to the parade (where she proved to me that to be small is definitely a disadvantage) and spent the morning about the city. In true Ireland fashion (not being insulting, it's just what I've found to be the case more often than at home) the parade started late. Half an hour late. The weather was absolutely gorgeous though, so it wasn't at all unpleasant to be out in. I'm completely convinced that side of the island is always sunny. It always is when I visit. Below I've included an RTÉ clip (from YouTube) of the parade:
On Connaught
While in Kilkenny about a month ago now, I stopped in at one of the small museums in town. My favorite exhibit was on Irish recent history, particularly the section involving Oliver Cromwell. What made it my favorite? A nice little board off to one side reading:
"...Cromwell tried once and for all to crush the Irish resistance by deporting thousands of Irishmen, using the catchphrase:
It made me smile. It's really not that bad though, and can be quite scenic.
"...Cromwell tried once and for all to crush the Irish resistance by deporting thousands of Irishmen, using the catchphrase:
" 'To Hell or to Connaught!'"At the sight of the poor and barren province of Connaught located to the west of Ireland, one of Cromwell's own generals observed that there was 'neither water enough to drown a man, nor tree to hang him, nor soil enough to bury him.' "
It made me smile. It's really not that bad though, and can be quite scenic.
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