Halloween

So we celebrated Halloween at the YWCA with a party. Everyone dressed up and had fun and lots of food. Everyone was really creative with their costumes. We had Charlie's Angels and Bosley...Bossily...however you spell the guy's name, we had Edward Cullen, Jacob Black, and Bella Swann. Kyle Long and Christina "borrowed" some of Kyle and Laura's things and came as them. Becca taped a cereal box and a pirate axe to her stomach and came as a Pun...or "Cereal Killer". I came as a Water Bender from Avatar...I thought it was pretty cool.

We has a pumpkin carving contest. It was really fun and really messy. Stephen Wolcott and I were on a team and we made a pumpkin that we describe as "Innocently Evil". Then we cooked the pumpkin seeds. Our pumpkin didn't win though. The vomiting pumpkin did.

We tied apples from the ceiling and then played two rounds of seeing who could eat most of the apple in a minute. I think I did pretty well. I got several bites out of the thing. There was also a bobbing for potatoes, though potatoes don't float...so it was fun watching Chou and Kyle Lantz soak themselves trying to get the potatoes at the bottom of the bin. Then we had a mummification contest with toilet paper and my group won! Go figure - they mummified me.

After that everyone was tired but some of us played two rounds of Murder before heading out separate ways and eventually going to bed. I had a really fun Halloween and I hope that everyone else did as well.

Happy Halloween!

Fall Break Means LONDON!

So I went to London for Fall Break with several others from the group. Chelsea, Hannah, Michael, Kyle, Christina, Megan, Megann, Kristin, and Stephen Wolcott. I had a really enjoyable time but I have the same feeling towards London as I do about New York City. I love it to visit it - could never live there.

We went on a double decker tour on the hop-on-hop-off buses and saw many things like Trafalgar Square, Tower of London, London Bridge, Tower Bridge, Fleet Street, the square where all the big movies open in London, and much more. We walked a lot and Kyle, Christina and I also went into the largest Chinatown outside of China.

The first night we were there all of us went to see the West End Lion King at the Lycuem Theatre. That was really fun. It was a little different from the Broadway as there were some songs added into it but they fit very well into the play and it was AMAZING. Really. My dream is to see Phantom of the Opera at Her Majesty's Theatre...we went by that on the double decker bus.

Christina, Kyle, and I walked around a lot. We saw the outside of the Tower of London, Westminster Abbey, St. Paul's Cathedral (where Christina and I saw Feed the Birds on the steps), Big Ben, and Parliment. Then we met up with Kristin, Megann, Chelsea, and Michael at Piccadilly Circus and Chelsea went to meet Hannah for a concert and the rest of us tried to make our way to Baker Street to catch the bus that would take us back to the airport. We ended up walked 3 hours in the pouring rain and everything basically got soaked. The inside of our backpacks and even our clothes under the raincoats were wet.

Then we slept on the cold floor of the airport. Not fun. But a great story to tell.

But we're home now. And we're all excited about it. Fall Break was fun but there's nothing like coming home.

Grace

This is just a little story I wrote after listening to the song "Grace"

The chapel was dimly lit.

            My whole life I had pictured my wedding day. What young girl doesn’t? My dream wedding would take place in St. Patrick’s Cathedral; my dress would be pure white with a long train and a veil that fell to the floor. I would be holding white irises and red roses as my father walked me down the aisle as the large pipe organ played the Wedding March; and my husband would be waiting for me at the end of the aisle, smiling lovingly at me. And we would marry and live happily ever after until the Lord called us to Glory from our beds in old age.

            None of that would ever happen.

            My childhood childish dreams would never come true.

            And somehow that didn’t bother me.

            Joseph stood in front of the altar, pale and thin. He turned as I approached and his dark eyes became alive upon seeing me. He gave me an encouraging smile. Such a brave looking smile.

            Such a brave man.

            I came to the front and Joseph took my hand. My hand felt so small compared to his.

            “Are you ready?” he asked.

            “Yes,” I replied. My voice sounded so small, so weak. Why? My voice was one of my strong suits. But now, my throat felt clogged and it was hard to emit sound.

            Joseph turned to the priest.

            “We’re ready.”

            The ceremony was simply and quick. No long lectures on the holiness of marriage, no long readings of Bible passages. Just the basic skeleton of the service with Holy Communion.

            The moment our bands were about our fingers, the guards quickly removed Joseph from the chapel and I was left standing alone. The priest took me by the arm and led me out of the gaol. I thought of calling for a taxi but the man insisted that he drive me home. I was grateful.

            At home I sat staring out the window for a long time, my prayer book in my lap. I would never see my Joseph again. The pain was almost too much. I looked at the clock. 1:00am. I went to bed.

            The bell ringing brought me out of my light slumber and I went down to answer the door. A guard was standing out on the steps. He had a note. A note requesting my presence one last time at Kilmainham. I went back inside and threw on the dress the same dress that I had married in. Then I followed the guard out to a waiting car and he took me back to the ugly gaol and to the cell where my husband was. I entered and saw Joseph lying on the bed. My husband sat up upon seeing me.

            My husband.

            “Ten minutes,” the guard told us. The door was open and several guards stood watch over us. What did they expect us to do in ten minutes?

            “Grace.”

            “Joseph.”

            He touched my face. My lips, my eyes, my nose. He reached out and pulled my hair down, running his fingers through my locks.

            Eight minutes.

            “I love you, Grace,” Joseph told me. “I did…all this because – I want you to know…I want you to know liberty.”

            “I know.” I answered. But did I? I ran my fingers through his hair. He leaned forward and our foreheads touched.

            Six minutes.

            “I love you too, Joseph,” I murmured. “I just…I wish we just had more time.”

            “I know, dear. I know.”

            Did he know?

            I looked into his eyes. Yes – he knew.

            He gathered me into his arms and held me in a bruising grip. My own arms snaked around his thin waist. He tightened his grip and in my ear I could hear him hum The Fields of Athenrye.

            Fitting.

            Four minutes.

            Tears pooled in my eyes. To only have him for four more minutes was breaking my heart.

            It wouldn’t hurt so much if he were to go to Australia.

            Those times were gone. He wasn’t.

            Two minutes.

            “I’m sorry, Grace,” Joseph murmured, his voice cracking with emotion. “I’m sorry I can’t give you more – but I gave everything.”

            I nodded. My throat was clogged again and I couldn’t form words. Even if I could, I didn’t know what to say.

            “Times up.” The guard’s voice penetrated our short tranquility and suddenly I found my lips captured by Joseph’s in a passionate, bruising show of love and devotion. I kissed him back with the same passion and devotion.

            “That’s enough!”

            Joseph broke away and we stared at each other for a second before Joseph stood and allowed himself to be handcuffed. He looked at me.

            “I gave everything for you. For Ireland. You – Grace – are Ireland, and I love you.”

            “I love you too.”

            Joseph was dragged from the cell and I was brought back to the front of the gaol. The guard stood watching me as I stood looking upwards…waiting for the inevitable.

            Somewhere I thought I heard shots.

            The black flag was raised.

            “Was it really worth it?” the guard sneered. I stared at the black flag for a moment longer before turning a cool gaze upon the guard. The British guard.

            “You will never understand,” I told him, “but everything was worth it.”

            I turned. I walked away.

            A wife.

            A widow.

            An Irish.

Kilmainham Gaol

If one ever wants new perspectives...go to Kilmainham Gaol.

I thought of leaving it there to see what people thought. But I decided not to.

Kilmainhan Gaol...was something else. All my thoughts began to whirl about my head as I listened to the tour guide tell us things that we had heard and studied, but to hear those stories again and to see where these stories took place...it made everything so much more real.

Have you ever stopped to think about the American Revolution? We all know the story and if you are an American and don't...something's wrong. But in school as young children we are taught that it was a bloody, yet glorious thing to fight the evil British to gain our freedoms and independence. No one ever really stopped to mention to us that we were really rebels. Rebels. That's not a word people like to hear. It's a word that brings about horrible images of riots and overthrown governments and lost lives.

But that's exactly what we were. Rebels.

And so were the men in Kilmainham Gaol.

The Irish were so ecstatic when America gained independence from Britain, the world's powerhouse. They thought - If American can do it, why can't we? So in 1798 they had a rebellion. It failed. People died. People suffered. A girl named Anne who was friends with people heading up that rebellion was taken as prisoner and put in darkness for 2 1/2 years in the basement of Kilmainham, her mind toyed and played with - her eight year old brother brought in and he eventually died from his ill-treatment, but still Anne would not ever give up her friends who had fought to try and free the country that she loved so dearly. And even when she was released she could not go to said friends for help for the British were trailing her so she died alone.

But she staid silent.

And from there the Irish were constantly trying to rise above and do better for themselves. But the famine hit. People were starving because even though all the other crops grown in Ireland were successful, all of those were being shipped out of the country in order to feed others. People had no idea where their next meal was coming from. Unless they were in gaol. In gaol one got fed three times a day.

People were desperate.

Kilmainham was one of the places that people went in order to eat.

And finally in 1916 on Easter Monday some very brave men - rebels much like us Americans - got together to try and win their country the freedom it deserved. They took over buildings in Dublin, had around 1600 volunteers helping them, and took over the GPO (General Post Office) on what is now O'Connell Street and made that their headquarters. From there they read the proclamation. But you know what?

The Irish weren't really behind them.

They had been at peace and the Great War was going on so why stir up trouble?

Eventually 20,000 British troops defeated the 1600 and the leaders surrendered and were taken to Kilmainham Gaol where they were court-marshalled and sentences to death.

And that is when things began to change.

William Pearse was one of those executed. He had fought beside his brother, but he wasn't really an important person within the whole plan of the rebellion. He was the younger brother of P.H. Pearse, the face of the rebellion. He was brought to the gaol under the assumption that he was going to visit with his brother but when he arrived he heard the gunshots that were fired as his brother was being executed. William was taken prisoner, tried, and sentenced to death.

Just for being the brother of P.H. Pearse.

James Connolly was shot in the leg during the rebellion. The wound was infected. He was going to die anyway so why execute him? General Maxwell, the British soldier sent to stop the rebellion, said he would resign from his post if James Connolly was not executed. So James Connolly was brought to the walled courtyard of Kilmainham by ambulance. He couldn't walk so it was decided his spot of execution would be beside the main door. He couldn't stand because of his leg, so a chair was brought. He was so weak he couldn't sit up properly so he was tied to the chair.

Then shot.

What a mistake.

No one liked that. Not even people over in England. His death helped get the Irish firmly on the side of the rebels when before not many were on their side.

Joseph Mary Plunkett. His story is a story right out of a book. But it's real. That's what makes it so heartbreaking. He was sick so he wasn't really going to live for very long anyway. He was going to marry Grace Gifford but he was called to the rebellion first. He was captured and it was decided that he and Grace could marry in the chapel of Kilmainham. They could not speak any words to each other but that of their vows, the guards witnessed the wedding and the whole time guns were pointed at Plunkett. Once they were married Plunkett was taken back to his cell and Grace had to leave. Hours later in the early morning Grace was called back to Kilmainham where she was given ten minutes with her husband. A band of guards watched from the doorway and one even had a pocket watch to count down the minutes. Once the ten minutes were up Grace was taken away from the gaol and hours later her husband was executed.

The next day her brother-in-law, another leader of the rebellion, was executed.

There are so many more stories that one could tell but these are the ones that are remembered, the ones that rallied the Irish into standing up and taking control.

As I stood there in Kilmainham Gaol my thoughts went from the Irish to the Americans.

What would have happened if we had lost?

Obviously the great men we think of as the Fathers of Our Nation would have been executed: George Washington, Benjamin Franklin, John Hancock, Thomas Jefferson...to name but a few. But would a younger sibling been executed just for being the younger sibling to one of them? Would one of them - wounded and dying - still have been executed?

These are questions that we will never know and I thank God that we will never know those answers. That we will never have to feel the pain that the Irish felt upon the injustices that were given to these men. These rebels.

After all - they were still human.

And from then there sparked the Irish War of Independence and from that their Civil War. But in it they began to find out exactly who they were - what their country was capable of.

So now all I can do is sit back and think over the day and praise God that America did not have to fight several rebellions in order to gain freedom. Granted we were a good fifty day's journey from England, but still. We too were rebels and we too would have suffered the Rebel Consequences. But we prevailed. We won.

I'm not exactly sure what I'm trying to say. Maybe I'm just rambling thoughts. All I know is that I have a deeper respect now - not just for the Irish - but for my forefathers. These Rebels that knew that they were rebellion and knew that if everything collapsed that they would die.

To those in Ireland they look back upon these brave rebels of the Easter Rising of 1916 and they stand proud and say "I'm proud to be Irish."

I look back to those brave rebels of the American Revolution and I stand proud and say "I'm proud to be an American."

Muckross House, Inch Beach, and Gallarus Oratory

Muckross House was built in the late 1700s to early 1800s. For six years it was renovated for a two night stay by Queen Victoria. She came staid at the house around the start of the American Civil War. It was a very nice house on a lake but we weren't allowed to take photos inside so a lot of the pictures I have are from the outside. Also, the cool thing is, is that the Muckross House is an exact replica of one of the manors in one of my stories - except smaller. This just excites me to absolutely no end!

After Muckross we went to Inch Beach and learned how to play Rugby!!!!!! It's so much better than American Football even though it's a lot rougher (I think). It was so much fun to play and I didn't even care when people tackled me. I usually do. But we played Rugby the whole time we were there and got covered in a lot of sand.

After that we went to Gallarus Oratory with its low-budget ten minutes video presentation which was the highlight of the whole trip to the Oratory. It's basically a church that is supposedly the oldest church in Ireland between 1200-900 years old and it hasn't been destroyed through all the years of warfare and it is still waterproof. It's built east to west so that the rising sun goes through the solitary window and the setting sun goes through the door. Other than that it wasn't an overly interesting place.

Skellig Michael

Sometimes, depending on the weather, people can't get out to the skelligs since you have to go like 9-12 miles by boat but we were able to get out to Skellig Michael. Skellig Michael is a rocky island off the coast of Ireland in the Atlantic Ocean found by St. Fionan (or at least that is who historians think founded it) around the 6th century. Monks wanted to live a life of seclusion and putting yourself out on a rock 12 miles into the ocean sounded like a very good way to isolate oneself. Very little is known about the history of Skellig Michael, it's mentioned several times in books and logs in places around Ireland. In 490 AD it is said that the King of West Munster (in Ireland) named Duach took refuge on the skellig when he was being chased by King of Cashel. In 812 and 823 AD Norse raided the island and those records are found int eh Annals of Ulster. in 956 AD Olaf Trygveson was supposedly baptized on the skellig before leaving to introduce Christianity to Norway. (Rachael thinks that there's a Veggie Tales version of this out somewhere which might be worth looking into). After the Skelligs were abandoned, people began to pilgramage to them and eventually a taxation was placed on that pilgrimage. It was 20 shillings to go up to the church on the skellig and 13 shillings and 4 pence to just get out to the rock. In 1538 Henry VIII dissolved all monasteries but historians believe that the skelligs had been abandoned by then, and eventually a merchant named Richard Harding came to own the skelligs and called it the Ballinskellig Estate.

Anyway, we did manage to get to Skellig Michael. The waves were huge swells, huger than what I am used to so in the last ten or so minutes of the ride I was slightly queasy though I did not throw up for which I am thankful.

Skellig Michael basically looked out of the ocean. From the boat it seemed to rise up from the Atlantic and the mist like some sort of beast lurking about, waiting for us and when we left it, it stood there in stony silence (no pun intended) until it simply disappeared once again into the shrouding mist.

Skellig Michael just made me feel very poetic.

On the skellig we had to climb up some really stepp stairs that the monks carved intot he rock. Once we made it to the top we were able to explore part of the monastery that remains, which includes two chapels and several beehived shaped cells that use (what I call) Puzzle Piece Archtitecture since no mortar was used to build them and the cells are still relatively waterproof.

There was also a gravestone marking the graves of two young boys who died out on the skellig when their father was lighthouse keeper back in the 1800s.

The whole thing was amazing. It was as if you had stepped into a different world, as if you weren't on Earth...really truly amazing.
We had a late BBQ lunch. It had begun to raid when we got back to the mainland so we drove a bit looking for shelter to cook our food but couldn't find any so we stopped on the side of the road and hamburgers were cooked inside the trunk of the bus. Kyle Long got me my hamburger. That was nice...he and Ryan both decided that they would get soaked to the skin in order for us girls to stay dry.

The Dunbrody, Queenstown, and Blarney Castle

On Wednesday we left the YWCA at 8:30 am and travelled to New Ross to see one of the famine ships or coffin ships. We learned from our bus driver, Brian, that many Irish people dislike it when the famine is referred to as The Famine - rather - they like to refer to it as the Great Hunger since only the potato crop failed and Ireland grows many other food crops. The only reason so many people died was because all the other food was being exported out of the country and the British weren't doing anything to help the starving Irish people who depending on the potatoes for their own food.
Anyway, the boat was the Dunbrody which was supposedly one of the better ships to get onto if one was going across the ocean. Our tickets for the tour were replicas of the real tickets that passengers would have gotten back in the 1800s and the names that were on the tickets were actual names of real passengers who traveled on the Dunbrody. I was Sarah Redmond age 32 with a husband named James age 26, and two little boys William and John ages 2 and 1.

On the ship we were shown the First Class cabins that were worth 25 pounds (an acre of land was 5 pounds) and the Steerage Cabin where everyone else slept. Families shared one bunk with their belongings and singles shared bunks with other singles and their belongings. The top bunks were thought to be the best because if you were on the bottom bunk and the person above you got sea sick and didn't make it to the bucket in time...the stuff eventually sunk through the boards to the bunk below. Just my luck my family had a bottom bunk. Hopefully Kendahl doesn't get sea sick...her person bunked above my family.
The Steerage Cabins were 8 pounds and each family got weekly rations that had to be cooked over one of two fires up on deck during the 30 minutes a day that the Steerage passengers were allowed up on deck. You can imagine the disease and smell that came about in that place.

After that we went to Queenstown which was the last port of call for most famine ships, the Titanic, and it was the port that the Lusitania survivors were brought to. Outside the Queenstown Museum, there is a statue of Annie Moore and her two brothers. Annie Moore was the first person to cross Ellis Island as an immigrant. Also (supposedly) two Germans were ahead of her and her brothers but someone suggested that the "lady and her children" go first. She also got $100 dollars for being first which in those days would have been a fortune.
No one really knows what happened to Annie or her brothers in America.

After Queenstown we went to Blarney Castle and we climbed all the way to the top of the castle to kiss the Blarney Stone that will (supposedly) give the kisser eloquence of speech. Like any of us in the group need more eloquence of speech.
Then we went and explored the castle and the grounds. We saw the Dolmen which is a rock structure with a little passage underneath it and it is thought to be an ancient portal into another world. Well...I am still here. I did not find Narnia through that portal.
We also saw the Wishing Steps. It is said that if you can go up and down the steps with your eyes closed thinking of nothing but your wish it will be granted. After the steps was the Witch's Kitchen. It is said that if you come to the kitchen in the early morning then you can see the dying embers of her fire because she comes out of the Witch's Stone at night (which is near the kitchen), but that during the day, the witch is stuck within the stone.

After that came the Druid Stones and the Sacrificial Alter. Chelsea had fun pretending to sacrifice me.
Then the last thing was the Fairy Glade which was so cute with tons of flowers.
Oh - and there was a Poison Garden at Blarney that grew poisonous/dangerous plants. That was pretty cool.
We also saw the Blarney House which is just a Victorian house on the property. By we I mean: Jeffry, Michael, Becca, Chelsea, and me.

The Next Few Days...

So today in Monday...and tomorrow is Tuesday. Wednesday we as a group are all leaving for a trip until Saturday night. We will be going to Killarney and seeing lots of things. It's pouring rain right now and the week looks rather dreary so we're hoping that it clears on Thursday so that we can go out on the boats to Skellig Michael which is this rocky island that monks went to live on in the 7th century I think. I think there's also a Veggie Tales out about one of the guys who got baptized at Skellig Michael. Maybe - not entirely sure. But yeah, I'll be gone for a few days so while I don't have that much information right now, I will definatley be writing a whole lot when I get back. I'm not taking my laptop with me.

Book of Kells, the Long Room, and the Dublin Scavenger Hunt

So yesterday we went to Dublin to see the Book of Kells and the Long Room at Trinity College. First off I forgot my camera so I wasn't able to take pictures so all the pictures on this post is off Google.
First we got to Trinity and took a tour of the campus which ended at the bookshop that is the entrance to the Book of Kells. We went into the exhibit that just had all the information about the Book of Kells and how it was written, who wrote it, and all about the ink and the paper that was used to create it.

The Book of Kells is written on vellum which is literally calf skin. It is estimated that about 185 calves were used to create the Book of Kells. (Where was the ASPCA when you needed them? Joking). The original book was one book but because the original binding hasn't survived the test of time, the book is shown as two separate books.
The writing of the Book of Kells is in Latin so most of us could never understand it except that the Book of Kells is the first four Gospels so anyone who has memorized all four of the Gospels can know exactly what the book is saying. (Haha) Anyway, there is a lot of illustrations throughout the Book of Kells, illustrations that are vastly beautiful and must have taken much money and time to create. Some of the ink pigments found in the pictures came from as far away as the Middle East. The blue color in the pictures come from what is called lapis lazuli which I have no idea what it means. But it came from what is now Afghanistan and could have also been made from indigo or woad. The white color comes from chalk and the yellow actually came from orpiment or arsenic around the Mediterranean area. Also from that same area came the red and orange colors which were created from the blood of a beetle. The information said blood of a pregnant beetle but since blood is blood from any thing I don't see what difference it would make.

The Book of Kells had at least four scribes working on it because of the differences in certain pages. One scribe, (Scribe A) wrote St. John and seemed to have copied the gospel and then given the pages to someone else to have them decorated. Scribe B did certain pages throughout the whole book and used many different colors of ink to write with and did lots of calligraphic flourishes throughout the book. Scribes C and D did most of Matthew, Mark, and Luke and seemed to be fairly good at writing and decorating.
Sometime in the Book of Kells one will see words that have a neat row of dots through it. That means the word was a mistake and the dots are equivalent to teenagers scribbling out a word. There is actually a whole page that was copied twice so the second page has red crosses around the edges and throughout the text to inform the reader that this page may be skipped over.

The Chi Rho page is the most famous page of the whole Book of Kells. It's actually Christi autem generatio since the Chi Rho page is the illustrated page right before the start of Matthew but it is called Chi Rho because that is the abbreviated Greek form of Christ. On the page there is a sense of elementalism so help show meaning to the scriptures. Two angels holding the gospels represent Air, 2 rats holding the Eucharist being watched by 2 cats with mice on thier backs represent Earth and Water is shown by an otter with a fish in it's mouth. The fish is an ancient symbol of Christianity and it was used as a code to figure out who was a Christian and who wasn't, and the otter diving into the water also symbolized baptism. The peacock is on the page because in ancient days the peacock was thought to symbolize God's incorruptibility, and the blond man on the page could very well represent Christ.

After looking at all this information you walked through a doorway and got to see the Book of Kells along with the Book of Durrow which was written about the same time. They show different pages every day but we were able to see the illustration of Jesus' temptation from Luke which was absolutely beautiful and astounding. Then you went up a flight of stairs, turned a corner - and died and went to heaven.
Seriously - I thought I had. If there were to be some sort of library in heaven the Long Room at Trinity College would be a great representation of it. The room was huge and long and filled from floor to ceiling in old text that is mainly from the time before English was invented and most of the text is in Latin and the sections of the library are labeled in Latin and all I wanted to do was break the rules and slip under the ropes blocking off the books and look at them. I LOVE BOOKS ESPECIALLY OLD ONES and I felt like crying upon seeing the room. I could literally build a room off the Long Room and live there, just pouring over the texts like there was no tomorrow. I would find enjoyment in that. I love the Long Room...it is a beautiful thing. And the really cool thing about Trinity's Long Room is that it's just like the Long Room at Cambridge except that the one here in Dublin is like...12 feet or 12 meters longer than the one over there. I think that was pretty awesome.

Then we ate lunch and were split up into groups for our scavenger hunt which basically had us going all over Dublin looking for landmarks that are famous throughout Dublin like the Ha'Penny Bridge, the statue of Molly Malone and of James Joyce. We had to find the General Post Office or the GPO which was partially destroyed during the Easter Uprising of 1916. We saw the proclamation that ignited that rebellion in the Long Room. That was pretty awesome - it was almost like reading the Declaration of Independence - but of another country. It was pretty fun and my group found all by two places before we had to head back to Greystones for dinner.
All in all it was a wonderful day and I am glad that I got to see what I got to see.

Glendalough - Glen of Two Lakes

So we went to Glendalough yesterday. It was AMAZING. Glendalough (Glen-da-Lock) literally means Glen of Two Lakes of Valley of Two Lakes so this valley has two lakes, the Upper and Lower Lake. If one has to put a place down on their Bucket List, visiting Glendalough needs to be one of those items.
Glendalough, like I said before, is an old monastery founded by St. Kevin in the 6th Century. Monastery actually means community so basically a monastery was a religious community. And for the longest time the Irish Monasteries were different from those that we think about on the Continent of Europe. First of all, the monks had many different roles throughout their small community that didn't always include 24/7 fasting and praying. Majority were laymen, cultivating the fields and such for their food source, some were scribes, cooks, millers, bakers, gardeners, and porters, along with many other occupations. They were overseen by Abbots or Abbesses oversaw the nuns. And these small communities weren't just for monks and nuns. For a long time these monasteries including the families of the monks and nuns because the Irish didn't think that to become a monk or nun they had to sustain from marriage. Of course there were a few who did sustain from marriage, but that whole "Thou Shalt Not Marry if You Want To Become a Nun or Monk" wasn't really introduced until the 12th century.

Glendalough, like all monasteries, was a HUGE center of everything. Because there were little kingdoms of petty Irish kings, monasteries became the hub of all business and really the first cities and towns of Ireland. Before that everyone was just spread about. One poem describes this perfectly:

Ailill the king is vanished
Vanished Croghan's fort
Kings to Clonmacnoise now
Come to pay their court

Navan town is shattered
Ruins everywhere
Glendalough remains
Half a world is there.

I think that's a really cool poem.
While at Glendalough we saw was it called the Sanctuary Stone. Now this stone was erected before even the stone archways that served as the gates was made. It has a stone cross etched into it and it symbolized to anyone passing through that they were now in safe territory. The two archways that serve as the entrance to Glendalough are the oldest remaining archways in all of the Celtic nations which include Scotland and Wales.

At Glendalough there is an Irish Round Tower. The whole reason why it is called the Irish Round Tower is because the Irish believe that they invented the Round Tower and that saints from Ireland who traveled to Scotland and Wales brought the idea with them and as our tour guide said "Who is to say the Irish didn't invent the Round Towers?" Many believe that the Towers were made to act as a signal to those traveling to monasteries to show them which direction to take and where the monastery was.
The graveyard at Glendalough is really cool since it's one of - if not the only - graveyard in Ireland to have both Catholics and Protestants buried in it. It was all because when the English took over they put Protestants in it and when the Catholics finally were able to worship they buried their people in the graveyard. So to this day no one has ever done an excavation at Glendalough because of the fact that so many people were buried there in the past few decades they don't want to upset any families who still come and visit the gravesides.

After Glendalough we went and had lunch on the shore of the Upper Lake and then we split into groups. Some staid behind to do short hikes around the lake while I and a slightly larger group took a three hour hike up around the Upper Lake. It was a hard hike but in the end it was absolutely stunning. We were high into the Wicklow Mountains and we could see for miles - we could even see the ocean when we were at the top of where we were. It really was amazing. The only sad thing was when one of our directors, Kyle, told us about how back in 2002 one of the freshmen in the Freshmen Irish Studies Program died while hiking the same hike because she and two other friends went off the path and she fell about 60 feet after not clearing a jump she was trying to make. Yeah, that was really sad.

After the hike we treated ourselves to ice cream. I think we deserved it. My legs today are hurting slightly but not so much now that the day has gotten on. Tomorrow we're going to go see the Book of Kells at Trinity College in Dublin and I can't wait to see that. We're also going to see the college's library which is called the Long Room and Vance Maloney said that one person he knew wept upon seeing the library for the first time. Does that mean I might start weeping? There's that possibility.

Coffee Trek and Church

Saturday we went on a coffee trek. In other words, we were put into groups, given five euros each, and sent off to explore stops along the DART and find coffee shops. That was actually fun. In my group I had Ryan, Rachel, Kristin, and Avery. We found a coffee shop at the back of this street market at Blackrock and then we found a cute little tea room in the back of this really expensive boutique type shop called Ellen's Tea Room. It was a really cute shop. So that was fun.
Today, Sunday, I went to Greystones Presbyterian Church which is about a quarter mile or so from the YWCA. They were finishing up a series on Elijah called Why Ireland needs Prophets - Not Profit. I think some American pastor needs to do a series on it, except rename is Why America needs Prophets - Not Profit. After that we went into the back of the church for tea and coffee and me and the small group of Taylor students going to the church with me (other students went to other community churches) talked with this guy who for the past thirty years until last year was a New Age Professor and wrote articles and studied in-depth on the subject. Then one night last year he had a dream that he was being eaten by a demon for believing in New Age and that made him want to try and learn more about Christianity. He says his wife thinks that he's gone slightly insane because he's so passionate about Christ now but he hopes and prays that she will hopefully open up to Christ in the near future but he knows that it might take a while since it took him a long time.
Tomorrow we will be going to Glendalough (pronounced Glen-da-lock). It's an old monastery created in St. Kevin in the 6th Century. Basically, monasteries in Ireland were little religious communities and were great centers of learning. During Europe's Dark Ages - Ireland sorta got skipped by that. That was Ireland's Golden Age basically. Anyway, in monasteries there were individual rooms for the monks that are called cells, there's also a church building, kitchens, land and pastures so that they could cultivate the land and glean from it, the monasteries always had a library and a scriptorium where the scribes would be writing and translating. During the Dark Ages of Europe, books were sent to Ireland for them to be translated because Ireland was so well known for its scholars.
Monastery actually means Community (which I thought was cool.) Dr. Cosgrove, one of my professors, teasingly called Taylor the Taylor Monastery since community is a big thing at Taylor. Anyway, at the monastery the day went by like this: pray daily, fast daily, study daily, work daily. There was daily church and the special days were Sundays, Saint Days and Easter was the big day. The monks would fast through the 40 days of Lent - but not a total fast for they took very light meals at night so that they would survive.
We'll learn a whole lot more about the people who lived in a monastery tomorrow but that's all I have right now. I don't know if I'll be able to update a post tomorrow since the wi-fi will be off and I'll have to battle for ether-net cords but I will update as soon as possible.

Just a Day in Ireland

Yesterday we didn't do a whole lot. Though we did watch the 13th Warrior which was an awesome movie. It's basically a movie that's based off Beowulf that isn't Beowulf. It was really good, a lot better than what I thought it would be. There was some blood and stuff but other than that it was a good movie.
We got our DART passes today and Megan Mathre and I went to Dublin where we found this awesome bookshop called The Winding Staircase with these awesome old books. I got a book on Scottish Verses for 4 euro. It was pretty awesome and I really like it. Megan and I then ate and then came back. All in all we spent several hours there.
Now I'm in the Internet room and there is only wi-fi on Thursdays and the weekend so all other times we have to sign up and use a cord to connect to the Internet. A little miffed at that but oh well.
Will blog whenever I can.

Newgrange, Hill Slane, and Mellifont Abbey

Today was a busy and exciting day. First we got up early so that we could have breakfast, make lunch, and leave the YWCA at 8 or a little thereafter so that we could get to Newgrange at a decent time. Newgrange is an ancient monument built around 3200 BC which is before the Great Pyramids and Stonehenge, making it over 5000 years old. Many archaeologists believe that is was some sort of burial ground as several human remains were found when the site was excavated in the 60s. The outside is basically a reconstruction of what people think the outside must have looked like originally. The inner chamber is in the shape of a cross, though this was thousands of years before Christ so they weren't inspired by that - but to me it makes me think about perhaps God inspired them to somehow shape the chamber to be a message of what would happen in the future - dunno really, just my interpretation of it. But the chamber starts off being one long passageway that I only had to duck my head once or twice...but not at the entrance like everyone else. The tour guide was like "When you enter and exit watch you head." Yeah...I didn't have to. But when you get to the end you see three small chambers which make the shape of the cross. One chamber is decorated with lots and lots of carvings which many scholars believe symbolize the Sky which is where all the gods and spirits lived, the once across from the is the Earth which is where we humans live, and the one in direct center is the Underworld and it only has one carving which is the Three Spiral Carving which is only really visible during the Winter Solstice when the sun is able to aligne with the Sun Box above the entrance and sends a shaft of light through the passageway into the back of the Underworld Chamber. The tour guide even did a reenactment of what the solstice looks like with the few electric bulbs that are in the inside though when it was pitch dark it was really creepy.

Next we went and ate lunch on Hill Slane where there is a ruin of a church and graveyard and my friends and I ate in the graveyard section. It was so cool and some people were even buried there as late at the 90s. But we ate there and then went exploring all over the ruins and there was so much stuff to climb and the view was absolutely breathtaking! It's as if God made Heaven and then Ireland...but yeah, that was the highlight, the majority of us all enjoyed doing that because it was just so FUN! We could see the green hills and pastures and the blue sky just went on forever and the breeze just gently whipped at our hair and the air was clean and....there's just so much that one cannot put into words. We were quite upset to leave.

Next we went to Mellifont Abbey which while the history was interesting...the tour guide was boring. We weren't the only group at Mellifont though. A group of basketball players from Franklin and Marshall in Lancaster, Pennsylvania for a basketball tournament. We took a group picture with them. I also mentioned that a friend would be going to Lancaster Bible College and they knew where that was. Then Megan, Hannah and I "sunbathed" on the roof of one of the buildings of the abbey.
After we arrived back at the Y for dinner, Megan and I went out and sat on the rocks by the Irish Sea and read. It was a bit chilly but it was amazing. I could smell the salt water, hear the waves crashing against the rocks that were beneath us and the rock cliffish thing we were sitting on. We staid there for an hour at least before climbing over some of the rocks to stretch then we went back to the Y because the sun was setting and it was getting cold.

The first picture is of the River Boyne which is where Newgrange is located. We were walking to the place where we would catch our tour bus. The second photo is of the front of Newgrange. The third picture is at Hill Slane and it's a window the bell tower that we unfortunately couldn't get into because they had blocked the entrance. But we were eating lunch in the graveyard under that window, looked, and suddenly realized that there was a creepy head there. The last picture is us FISP students with the basketball team from Franklin and Marshall. Yeah...we Americans must stick together!
And that concludes today. Now I must do homework.

In Ireland

So we have finally arrived in Ireland. Today is Tuesday and it is 8:48 pm right now which means that it's early afternoon or so back home. I finally changed the time to Dublin time on my computer so that I can know what the real time is for the next 3 months.
Ireland is simply amazing, and I have barely seen it yet. We are in a small town called Greystones. It's not exactly "small" but it's got a very old world feel to it even though you can see all the modern convienances of today's world in it. The YWCA which is in town is about a block from the ocean so you can see it from the windows. We can also look out the windows and see some hills and Little Sugarloaf. It's very beautiful.
The coast is much like Maine, as is the temperature, though it feels more like Fall here then summer back home. But so many people get cold here and here I am feeling right at home in the slightly chilly weather. There are rocks on the beach that I have yet to go explore and climb, I hope to go do that in a few days. The DART (Dublin Area Rapid Transit), runs past the Y at intervals. We could hear and see some of it from the school room which is in a seperate building behind the Y. It feels like a one room school house.
Tomorrow we are going to Newgrange was is 5000 years old or so. It was built around 3200 BC which is before Stonehenge and the Great Pyramids which I think is absolutely COOL.
Basically tonight I have been doing homework for my Foundations of Christian Thought class for Dr. Mark Cosgrove - he's such a character! But I've got some down time so I decided to make this blog so that all my friends can see what I am up to and what mischief and mayhem I am creating...
I hope to update this as much as possible but in ensure that we get out and explore the country, the YWCA's wi-fi is turned off except on weekends so unless I borrow an ether cord I won't have internet for most of the week. I will, however, update whenever I get a chance so please be patient. Thanks.
For all my friends who will hopefully read this, I miss you guys and hope you are all doing well in your own schools and work places. I love you guys and I wish that you could all experience Ireland as well. I've barely been here 24 hrs and already it's starting to feel like a sort of home.

The first first picture is over the backyard or garden of the YWCA . The next picture is over a rainbow over Little Sugarloaf, you might have to squint to see the rainbow. Laura, one of the directors, said that was in the sky from 9am to 10am which when we started our class and stopped for a break. The third picture is of the Irish Sea and 50 miles across is Wales. If I were to take a picture of the same sea but to the left then the land would be England. The fourth picture is of the Exit signs that are in Ireland and the movie is of us in the bus getting our first glimpse of the Irish Sea.
I will post as much as possible whenever I get the internet (and Wi-Fi isn't neccessarily free here in the coffee shops).