6/6:
Marion and I took the bikes first to the market and tehn to the beach where we spent the whole day basking under the sun eating fruit and getting updates about the French Open through texts from her friends. Everything was normal, relaxed. Until partway through my sun-induced slumber I was awoken by a different noise. Groggily I rolled around to find a huge white horse standing at my feet. Atop the white beatuy, a young woman dressed in black sat upright and alert. Just as soon as I had sat up to see better, the two trotted off towards the water. Completely unperturbed, the horse calmly walked directly into the sea. They walked and continued walking until the horse was swimming while all the while the woman sat straight up and mumbled sweet encouragement. I blinked to make sure I wasnt still daydreaming but sure enough the two continued further and further out. Still dazed and confused, I rolled back over for what I thought were some two minutes (but must've been 10) only to find that the pair was gone when I looked again.
And maybe I'm still daydreaming but Giana just invited me to dinner withe president of Slowfood IE.
Showing posts with label Schull. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Schull. Show all posts
Sunday, June 6, 2010
Wednesday, June 2, 2010
Meeting Marion
6/2:
When the clouds of rain lift, Ireland is a totally different place. I'm in the top field and I look over my shoulder. For the first time, I see the sea! I can also now make out the many farms and cottages that mark the hillside. The flowers are vibrant as they soak up these few rays of sun. Marion (the french intern) and I have the afternoon off so we decide to take the bikes to Schull. The way is not far but walking up the hill we huff and puff until a sweat breaks on our brows. Just as we are getting ready for a break we reach the top house so we mount our bikes and ride full speed down into town. Marion knows the area better than I so she shows me around the piers and beaches. We stop at the pier to look down into the deep water and then walk to the beach where we can put our legs in. After, we bike to eurospar for a cool drink and some essentials.
When we come home, I help Marion with her cheese duties. We flip cheese and pull others out of the brine. Tiny cuts on my fingers burn from the salt. When we are done, we go upstairs to her apartment and we watch the French Open. She teaches me the rules and promises we'll go to a pub on Saturday to watch the semifinals.
When the clouds of rain lift, Ireland is a totally different place. I'm in the top field and I look over my shoulder. For the first time, I see the sea! I can also now make out the many farms and cottages that mark the hillside. The flowers are vibrant as they soak up these few rays of sun. Marion (the french intern) and I have the afternoon off so we decide to take the bikes to Schull. The way is not far but walking up the hill we huff and puff until a sweat breaks on our brows. Just as we are getting ready for a break we reach the top house so we mount our bikes and ride full speed down into town. Marion knows the area better than I so she shows me around the piers and beaches. We stop at the pier to look down into the deep water and then walk to the beach where we can put our legs in. After, we bike to eurospar for a cool drink and some essentials.
When we come home, I help Marion with her cheese duties. We flip cheese and pull others out of the brine. Tiny cuts on my fingers burn from the salt. When we are done, we go upstairs to her apartment and we watch the French Open. She teaches me the rules and promises we'll go to a pub on Saturday to watch the semifinals.
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