I knew it had been a while since I’d visited the swans in St. Stephen’s Green, but I hadn’t thought a mere six weeks would make… 155 more words
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A typical hen night (bachelorette party) in Ireland seems to involve large quantities of alcohol, dancing, garish accoutrements, and a hefty serving of embarrassment. But that’s not my scene, so when I was recently invited to the hen party of a co-worker, I was glad they were planning something completely different. 476 more words
I recently visited the Garden Festival at Christchurch Cathedral. I can manage not to kill a number of houseplants, but I’m not big on working in the yard so I skipped the talks by the professionals, which also carried a fee, and wandered through the assorted booths of food, crafts, plants, and animals that had been set up on the grounds. 222 more words
There’s an abundance of festivals in Ireland and this weekend I happened across Myth Fest at Trinity College.
Billed as ‘a platform for the revisiting, reimagining and interrogation of Ireland’s unique and incredibly vibrant allegorical history’, the program covered a wide range of topics including a contemporary look at film making called ‘One Small Step’ which I only caught the tail end of but included a Christopher Walken character dressed in what looked like a moon suit. 290 more words
I sit listening to lyrics I don’t understand but the music doesn’t need translation. It knows how to speak to my soul. Though I lack the confidence to stand in a room full of strangers and dance, my heart puts its hand out to my soul and the dance begins inside of me. 337 more words