I just deleted the post I had written so if you sense I'm in a bad mood that's why. My other disclaimer is that I'm using my dad's blackberry so that explains any formatting or spelling issues. Anyway, lily set a new record by throwing up in the airport, before we even got on the plane. To her defense, however, the airport was extremely crowding to the previous day's delays and we almost missed our flight. Once we did make it on the plane her nerves were replaced by motion sickness. Since she'll probably throw a fit if she hears that I announced this to the world, I'm going to move on.
We arrived in corsica yesterday morning and we've been hanging out rather leisurely, reading, swimming, going to the beach and playing ping pong and foosball. This morning waking up was tough due to jetlag but we're all adjusting well to the time change.
Chantal, the friend whose surprise birthday we're here for was sufficiently surprised, which was good.
Since we've been doing very little, there is naturally very little to write but things should start to pick up. I'll keep you informed as they do. Until then, whether you find yourself in france, corsica, ireland or larchmont keep it real. I obviously am excited to receive comments and hear how all of you are doing. Over and out,
Charlie.
Saturday, June 30, 2007
Wednesday, June 27, 2007
Dublin, Day 1
Hi everyone!
I'm sitting in the lounge of the Abraham House on Lower Gardiner Street, a few minutes walk from the River Liffey. Dublin is dank.
My flight landed around 10 this morning. I waited for a while and thought I had forgotten my luggage until I realized I was looking at the wrong belt. whammy.
I dropped off my fat ass backpack in the baggage room here, and set out for the city by noon. Pleasures here abound for the architecture enhusiast. Like any old European city, Dublin is host to many very old structures that lie adjacent to modern office buildings and apartments. Being a fan of antiquity, my stops included Trinity Square, the oldest university in Ireland, Christ's Church, and St. Audeon's Chapel, among others. The streets are lively south of the river, and there is a surprising diversity to the people tht walk them. I heard many languages and accents.
My feet got tired, so I went to St. Stephen's Green, Dublin's "Central Park", and napped under a tree for three quarts of an hour.
The weather is ambiguous here. It stays within the range of 55-65, but I must have switched between my sunglasses and my raincoat at least ten times. So much for summer.
South of the Liffey, Dublin's thoroughfare is Grafton Street, a colorful pedestrian avenue packed with human "statues", musicians, and many many shops. Around it, a maze of more shops. And more tiny interconnecting alleys than one could ever explore in a day.
North of the river, the city's blood flows through O'Connell Street, which strongly resembles the Champs Elysees in its design, except without the cafes and their sidewalk tables.
In the afternoon I came back to the hostel to rest my feet and drop a duke. In the room (which has 20 beds, co-ed) I met two dudes from Vassar, two guys from Spain, one guy from Lille, and two chicks from NYC. Then I went out to have dinner with a friend of my step-grandmother's called Paul, whom I had never met but is very nice. After dinner, we went to a pub that advertised a jazz/funk band but ended up staging a karaoke night. We quickly finished our pints and moved on. Paul showed me a bar/restaurant inside a renovated church. That was cool.
Now I'm back and I'm exhausted. Desiree has kindly let me use her internet access on her laptop in exchange for my plug adapter. We're now best friends for it.
Tomorow, Glendalough.
Enjoy the high 90s lucky fuckers.
Danny
I'm sitting in the lounge of the Abraham House on Lower Gardiner Street, a few minutes walk from the River Liffey. Dublin is dank.
My flight landed around 10 this morning. I waited for a while and thought I had forgotten my luggage until I realized I was looking at the wrong belt. whammy.
I dropped off my fat ass backpack in the baggage room here, and set out for the city by noon. Pleasures here abound for the architecture enhusiast. Like any old European city, Dublin is host to many very old structures that lie adjacent to modern office buildings and apartments. Being a fan of antiquity, my stops included Trinity Square, the oldest university in Ireland, Christ's Church, and St. Audeon's Chapel, among others. The streets are lively south of the river, and there is a surprising diversity to the people tht walk them. I heard many languages and accents.
My feet got tired, so I went to St. Stephen's Green, Dublin's "Central Park", and napped under a tree for three quarts of an hour.
The weather is ambiguous here. It stays within the range of 55-65, but I must have switched between my sunglasses and my raincoat at least ten times. So much for summer.
South of the Liffey, Dublin's thoroughfare is Grafton Street, a colorful pedestrian avenue packed with human "statues", musicians, and many many shops. Around it, a maze of more shops. And more tiny interconnecting alleys than one could ever explore in a day.
North of the river, the city's blood flows through O'Connell Street, which strongly resembles the Champs Elysees in its design, except without the cafes and their sidewalk tables.
In the afternoon I came back to the hostel to rest my feet and drop a duke. In the room (which has 20 beds, co-ed) I met two dudes from Vassar, two guys from Spain, one guy from Lille, and two chicks from NYC. Then I went out to have dinner with a friend of my step-grandmother's called Paul, whom I had never met but is very nice. After dinner, we went to a pub that advertised a jazz/funk band but ended up staging a karaoke night. We quickly finished our pints and moved on. Paul showed me a bar/restaurant inside a renovated church. That was cool.
Now I'm back and I'm exhausted. Desiree has kindly let me use her internet access on her laptop in exchange for my plug adapter. We're now best friends for it.
Tomorow, Glendalough.
Enjoy the high 90s lucky fuckers.
Danny
Tuesday, June 26, 2007
Pre-trip Jitters
Well, Yer. Danny leaves us today for Ireland, the Emerald Isle. We're all rather emotional. We're excited, nervous, anxious and everything else you would think us to be. Our thoughts and prayers are with Jon whose absense on the trip will make it bittersweet. Check here for updates, stories, perhaps pictures, and much, much more!
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