"Yes I said yes I will Yes"

I got back this afternoon and as the bus rolled into Paris, I felt like the buildings were taking themselves too seriously. Parisian buildings look precocious; they seem to flaunt the fact that some of them survived WWII, while others housed famous writers and still others stood by and watched everything happen for the past couple hundred years. There's history here, but sometimes it feels like it's very much encased in concrete.

I first went to Ireland six years ago with a group from Muhlenberg and since then, it's been a special place of thinking and writing and reading for me. If ghosts exist, then they all live in Ireland because the place is crawling with spirituality. During my second trip to Ireland in 2003, we had a tour guide who admitted she actually believed in fairies. People get locked up for saying things like that in other places; in Ireland, you can believe that your neighbor's horse communicates with your dead grandmother and someone will believe you.

This trip was also about the past; I saw Edith, a French friend that I met in Clermont-Ferrand and haven't seen since New Year's 2004 when we were both coincidentally in London. I got the same feeling with her as I had with Susanne in Prague; it's really incredible to see friends from a few years ago, to see how much they've grown and traveled and how different their lives are today. This is IMPORTANT to see, because lots of people believe that years just pass. For some lucky people however, years are conquered. Edith fits into this category. She went from being a concert-loving English student in Clermont to a backstage light and sound girl in Dublin, where she drinks in pubs and wears Converse sneakers like all music kids do.

I also saw Jess (WHY DIDN'T WE TAKE A PICTURE!), who is a dear friend from Muhlenberg and who I somehow hadn't seen for two years. We spent a long night eating raspberries from the strainer, laughing about Irish accents, and having smart conversations with her boyfriend Sean about the Future of America. They recommended this site and though I just got home and only briefly looked at it, I forward it to you because I have a feeling it's going to be a good thing.

I also did lots more like reading books that changed my life (a book post coming up shortly), attending a SAD play about love and famine and drinking Smithwicks on tap. Here are two great movies that Edith introduced me to during our lazy Sunday that you really must check out. One makes me want to be nice to people in wheelchairs and the other makes me so angry with the British in 1920, although I know that colonizing and decolonizing is a complicated matter.

I'm going to do a special Fun Fact Ireland version soon too, but I'm surrounded by dirty laundry and dirty dishes and have to prepare lessons for tomorrow. Keep your eyes peeled.

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