Make It Hot By Striking

Who blogs in the summertime anyway? Warm weather fun absorbed all my energies. Well, even that excuse is getting pretty stale as we creep towards the end of October. I'm in Dublin for the next several weeks and have the good fortune to be located right in the core of the city hub. The view from the window beside my bed is one of my favourite things about this spot. The mild dramas that play out beneath my windowsill are seemingly never-ending.



Even as I type, cacophony vibrates from the sidewalk below; two women hiss and row with one another over an imagined slight in the pub they just came from. Well, one seems to think the insult was imagined, the other feels it was very real. I won't take sides...

While I've succeeded in getting to know the city center, my time in the countryside has been limited. Today I was taken out to Glendalough and walked through its impressive monastic ruins. Vestiges of the monastery and cemetery which lie here are dated between the 10th and 12th centuries. I really love old cemeteries. This was definitely the most archaic I've been to.






Tomorrow, to Cork.