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Tuesday, 07 August 2007

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    Skin Tight
    By Carl Hiaasen
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    The Wheel Goes 'Round...

    We just returned from a 10 trip to Paris, Amsterdam, and Madrid.  I could write loads on each city, but right now the task is daunting.  So I'll start with one of the things the three very different cities had in common for us -  Velos! Fiets! Bicicletas! Say it with me people - BICYCLES!

    Okay, so in Paris, we saw the end of the Tour de France.  It was an interesting Tour, given the crackdown on the drug use, and I was very disappointed that my pick this year, Andreas Kloden, did not finish because his whole TEAM withdrew when Vinokurov tested positive.  Aaaah!  Despite the scandals, it was amazing to see the riders speeding around the Champs d'Elysees. It brought back memories (cue thematic music) of '99 when I saw the end of the Tour with my friends Jessica and Carly.  Back then, we spent 4 hours sitting on a free-standing sign that was about 1/2 foot wide. Luckily this time we found a great spot to sit/stand along the road - my butt isn't as young as it used to be!

    The professionals weren't the only ones riding (or I guess I should say 'cycling' - 'ride' means something else over here, if you know what I mean).  Anyways, Paris recently put in commuter bike stations throughout the city.  You pay at an automated stand, take a bike, and turn it in at one of dozens & dozens of other stands throughout the city.  These are primarily for commuters - it is free for 1/2 hour, 1 Euro for the next 1/2 hour, and then becomes 4 Euro/hour after that.  It was a great way to get around the city, and we even rode down the Champs d'Elysees ourselves, though I almost got knocked out by a car door.

    Nothing, however, compares to cycling in Amsterdam.  They don't have the commuter stations, probably because EVERYONE has a bicycle.  They greatly outnumber the cars, and there are bike lanes everywhere.  Don't you dare step into one - the cyclist have bells and aren't afraid to use them!  Many people paint their bikes weird colors and/or put plastic flowers all over them, probably so they can find their bikes parked amongst hundreds of other bikes.

    In Amsterdam and Madrid, we took bike tours.  Both were great.  In Amsterdam our tour was 6 people and Madrid it was just me and Rob with the guide.  Our guide in Madrid even took pictures and made a cd for us, and he tried to pay for our tapas and beer, and you know its a great tour when tapas and beer are involved.  On a tangent, Spanish beer is great!  Try the Estrella and Mahou.

    It's great to see that you can easily get around all these big cities without a car.  In fact, a car can actually be an INconvenience, except, I guess, when it's pissing rain outside. I am just realizing that I haven't driven a car in 10 months...I hope it's 'like riding a bike....' or I'm going to be in trouble whenever we move back to the States.

    Obviously there is tons more to say about our trip. Wine and cheese with our friends in Paris...the canals and liberal lifestyle in Amsterdam...our day trip to Toledo from Madrid...enough to bore you for blog after glorious blog.  Stay tuned, sports fans!

    (Below...A shot of the Tour, painted bicycle on Amsterdam canal, Katie & Rob on Madrid tour)

Saturday, 21 July 2007

  • Yer Man Billy Joe Elle

    I know I shouldn't make remarks as I am technically the one with the 'accent', but this one bears commenting on.  My Irish coworkers were discussing a celebrity wedding which featured famous singers, including 'Lionel Richie' and 'Billy Joe Elle'.  I honestly figured "Billy' was some singer who was only famous in Europe, until I realized they were talking about Billy Joel.  "Oh right!" said my coworker  upon seeing my confusion, "You Yanks say it 'Billy Joel' don't you?  I wonder how its supposed to be pronounced?"   Hmmm....seeing as how he's American....Anyways we all had a bit of a laugh about that one.

    I joke, but I love the Irish accent, and the sayings they have here.  One of my favourites is 'Yer man' (alternate forms: 'yer woman' or 'yer one').  This I guess would translate to 'the guy', as in "I ordered a Full Irish (breakfast) but yer man forgot to give me rashers!"  Another good one is "Come here to me", (which could translate to 'Hey', or 'Listen') as in "Come here to me, what did yer man just say to you?"

    The list goes on and on, and I could probably dedicate another post to soccer terms I've learned while playing here.  Or another on city vs. country accents.  But, those will be for another day.  To get a taste of the Dublin accent, cut and paste the following YouTube link. It's a little crude, but good craic.

    "How to Speak Dublinese"
    http://youtube.com/watch?v=K8c8aBWCbtc

Monday, 16 July 2007

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    'Tis: A Memoir
    By Frank McCourt
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    Our New Digs

    So in June we moved into a new apartment, and we are now right in Dublin City Centre. We are about as central as you can get, which is great considering we rely on public transportation.  We also rely on beer and cider, so we’re happy to be within 5 minutes of about 100 pubs.  We ALSO rely on church so – lucky us! – there happens to be a C atholic chapel on the ground floor of our building .  How convenient to leave the house 2 minutes before mass starts!

    Our new digs are right on the River Liffey, which divides Dublin into North and South.  We are on the north side, and are therefore no longer south side snobs.  The only disadvantage I suppose is the noise, as we are right on a busy street.  However, it is a great spot for people watching. We are also on the 3rd floor (2nd floor for you Europeans!), which cuts down on the noise, and also puts us in a great position for dropping water balloons on unsuspecting tourists walking below.  We haven’t actually done this yet – the weather has been absolute shite for the last month so we figure no one would even notice a water balloon dropping on their head considering all the rain. But, that hasn’t stopped us from mischievous planning!  Anyways, we’re loving our new place, and we are fortunate to have an extra bedroom, should anyone decide to visit (hint, hint!).  Below is the view of the River Liffey from our apartment.

       

Thursday, 12 July 2007

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    Ten Men Dead: The Story of the 1981 Irish Hunger Strike
    By David Beresford
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    Ten Men Dead

    I just finished reading the book 'Ten Men Dead' by David Beresford.  It is about the 1981 Hunger Strike in a prison in Belfast, where 10 IRA men starved themselves to death, in the hopes that the British government would recognize them as political prisoners, rather than common criminals.  It was a very interesting book, and I was amazed at the determination the prisoners (as well as Margaret Thatcher's government!). 

    Midway through reading the book, Rob and I went with my Dad (who was visiting us) to Belfast.  We took a Black Cab Tour which basically meant having a local cabbie give you a tour of the city.  The tour was extremely interesting and showed the separation between Protestant and Catholic that continues to exist in Northern Ireland.   Our taxi driver happened to be Catholic, and had lived in Belfast his whole life.  When we were in Catholic neighborhoods, he would get out of the taxi and show us everything.  Cars frequently honked their horns to greet him - he seemed to know everyone in Belfast!  However, when we entered Protestant neighborhoods he wouldn't get out of the car.  He said it was safe for us as tourists, but he was too well-known as a Catholic.  In fairness to him, he did his best to give us both sides of 'the troubles'.  It would be interesting though to get the tour again from a Protestant taxi driver.

    There were several mural walls that the taxi driver showed us.  It was pretty clear what 'neighborhood' you were in by the types of murals that were painted.  Below is one commemorating Bobby Sands, who was the first of the ten prisoners to go on hunger strike. 

     

Sunday, 08 July 2007

  • I've always admired people who could keep up with blogs.  Before moving to Ireland last October, I always said that I was going to start a blog and write regularly, to share about all of our cool experiences.  Well, we've been here 8 months, and this is my first entry.  That doesn't mean we haven't had any cool experience (quite the contrary), its more a matter of my wonderful procrastination abilities.  I tried to tell myself that it was because we've been so busy that I simply don't have time, but that would be a flat-out lie.  Anyways, some friends of mine from work were just in South America for three weeks, and they managed to get to a computer and update their blog several times a week.  I have no delusions that I will be that dedicated, but jeez, I should at least be able to update once a month or something.  So hopefully just getting started is the hardest part, and I will update regularly from now on.  That said, it is still very likely that this will be the first and last entry!

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