no job, no house, no car, no TV, no phone, no address, NO PROBLEM :)
I have been in Dublin for three days now. Yesterday I took a train trip down the eastern coast of Ireland. Very nice. The picture of me on the beach (taken with the timer on my camera) was in Killiney. The whole trip was cool even though I once got on the wrong train. I was in Greystones and I wanted to go further south and instead I got on a direct to Dublin. No stops, no ticket, no sense, NO PROBLEM. :) I really felt smart. But I just got off in Dublin and started over. No Hurry. Unlike my life was so often before Monday, I now have pleanty of time.
I am staying at Trinty College in Dublin for three nights. They rent the dorms out in the summer as a Hostel. The book of Kells (written in the 11th century) is in the building next door. People are lined up to see it all day. Dublin is like most big cities. People are in a hurry, traffic is awful, fastfood everywhere, etc. It is nice, because like New York,so many people walk. The streets are full.
Tomorrow I am off to Copenhagen (my favorite city when Lucas I backpacked last year) for Saturday night and then Sunday to Russia.
Life is really starting to slow down. Lots of time to spend with myself in the absence of TV, radio, a job, etc. That and the lack of personel space have been my two biggest adjustments so far. But for an introvert that was to be expected--and it was. I have noticed so many things that I think I usually miss on my trips.
Many people are keeping journals like I am. I counted 14 at breakfast. What are they writing, what are their thoughts and how different are they than mine? What are they comparing it to and in what ways is it different from what I compare things to?
One interesting tibit that has stuck with me from my first day in the Hoetel. They had a big room where they provided brakfast consisting of several kinds of bread and a toaster, some jellies, peanut butter, etc. I quickly noticed that everyone acted as if it was thier home. They looked in all the cabients for cups, plates, silverware and glasses, getting what they needed. They fixed their breakfast and afterwards they took their dirty dishes to the sink. They would begin to help whoever was already there--washing, rinsing, drying and putting up the dishes. When a new person came along with dishes the line just shifed down and the last person dryed his/her hands and gathered their backpack and left. No signs or instructions--it just happened. I was gald I was facing this while I ate because at first I thought the dishwashers worked for the hostel. If I had not watched it for a while I would proabably just have dropped off my dirty dishes and left. My picture with a big ole X on it would have been posted in Hostels all over the contentient. ROOKIE. DO NOT LET THIS GUY STAY AT YOUR HOSTELS--HE WILL NOT DO DISHES. But no-- I got lucky with where I sat and I washed, rinsed, dryed and put up just like everyone else. In fact after gathering my bags and checking out, I went back in and did another turn. It made me smile. It doesn't take much to entertain me--and that is a good thing.
All is well on this side of the Atlantic and I hope it is on you side as well.
Carpie Deim--bryan
I am staying at Trinty College in Dublin for three nights. They rent the dorms out in the summer as a Hostel. The book of Kells (written in the 11th century) is in the building next door. People are lined up to see it all day. Dublin is like most big cities. People are in a hurry, traffic is awful, fastfood everywhere, etc. It is nice, because like New York,so many people walk. The streets are full.
Tomorrow I am off to Copenhagen (my favorite city when Lucas I backpacked last year) for Saturday night and then Sunday to Russia.
Life is really starting to slow down. Lots of time to spend with myself in the absence of TV, radio, a job, etc. That and the lack of personel space have been my two biggest adjustments so far. But for an introvert that was to be expected--and it was. I have noticed so many things that I think I usually miss on my trips.
Many people are keeping journals like I am. I counted 14 at breakfast. What are they writing, what are their thoughts and how different are they than mine? What are they comparing it to and in what ways is it different from what I compare things to?
One interesting tibit that has stuck with me from my first day in the Hoetel. They had a big room where they provided brakfast consisting of several kinds of bread and a toaster, some jellies, peanut butter, etc. I quickly noticed that everyone acted as if it was thier home. They looked in all the cabients for cups, plates, silverware and glasses, getting what they needed. They fixed their breakfast and afterwards they took their dirty dishes to the sink. They would begin to help whoever was already there--washing, rinsing, drying and putting up the dishes. When a new person came along with dishes the line just shifed down and the last person dryed his/her hands and gathered their backpack and left. No signs or instructions--it just happened. I was gald I was facing this while I ate because at first I thought the dishwashers worked for the hostel. If I had not watched it for a while I would proabably just have dropped off my dirty dishes and left. My picture with a big ole X on it would have been posted in Hostels all over the contentient. ROOKIE. DO NOT LET THIS GUY STAY AT YOUR HOSTELS--HE WILL NOT DO DISHES. But no-- I got lucky with where I sat and I washed, rinsed, dryed and put up just like everyone else. In fact after gathering my bags and checking out, I went back in and did another turn. It made me smile. It doesn't take much to entertain me--and that is a good thing.
All is well on this side of the Atlantic and I hope it is on you side as well.
Carpie Deim--bryan
posted by Bryan at 5:18 AM
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