Today was, by far, the best day in Dublin. It was probably one of the best days of my entire life. In the morning, I woke up and made my way to St. Patrick’s Cathedral. On my way there, I stumbled upon Christ Church Cathedral. That is the story of my day, actually. I stumbled upon so many different gardens, bakeries, and shops. I was able to take my time exploring this city, and my heart grew fonder with every step. I walked through St. Stephens Green with a hot chocolate in hand, meandering my way along the flower-lined paths. Setting my own pace allowed me to discover so many things that I could have easily missed, including the photo attached to this post. The translation of the writing essentially means, “My love, Dublin City.” And that is exactly how I feel. This city captured my heart, today. I loved seeing the people and meandering down the streets. I walked close to thirteen miles today, and my feet are killing me! One thing I definitely learned was that I need more supportive shoes. By wandering through the city, I was able to really grasp the atmosphere of Dublin. I felt connected to the city today, and I experienced most of what the city had to offer. Today, though, really made it hard to connect to the readings, because my experience of Dublin is so different then Joyce’s writings. Overall, though, I loved Dublin and all of my adventures today in this incredible city.
Monthly Archives: June 2017
Old Friends in New Places
When I started my MA, I was working full time at a CRM (Customer Relationship Management) company called Salesforce – most specifically for their B2B Marketing product, Pardot, as a data specialist and customer advocate. I was blessed with an incredibly supportive team and had already been working with them for six months before I started classes. I left the team this past April to focus on my last semesters before graduation, but the friendships I made with my colleagues are still going strong. My former team is split in multiple offices around the world – Atlanta, San Francisco, Sydney, and Dublin! Obviously, once I signed on for this trip, I let my Dublin friends know immediately that I was going to be visiting and that I have to see them. The free day made the most sense for all of us: tonight we went out to dinner at the Hairy Lemon followed by delicious gelato at Gino’s!
In the picture from left to right is Clare, Evelyn, and Jessica. Clare and Evelyn are both Irishwomen (Clare is actually from Belfast) but Jessica is not – she’s from Idaho! She had been working for Salesforce for a couple years when an opportunity to relocate to Dublin came her way and she jumped at the chance. She’s really the perfect person to talk to about understanding yourself in a brand new place and feeling dislocated – we may be feeling out of place being here for a week or so, but she’s been here for a few years with her son, which certainly took some getting used to! I also think it’s entertaining that I’ve experienced some things in Dublin that Clare and Evelyn haven’t – Clare had never had Gino’s Gelato before tonight!
Seeing them just for this one night made me miss them and the whole team so much, but I know one thing: if I’m ever in Dublin again, I have friends to help me feel at home.
Howth was a dream.
I leave Howth with an overwhelming feeling of being part of a special place. I know that is a vague and sort of a cliche thing to say–“a special place”–but throughout our day I continuously was in awe. I’ve mentioned in a previous blog that Dublin is not what I had expected; I’m not entirely sure what I expected, but what Dublin is and what I imagined it to be are two different things. I had a romanticized idea of Ireland, though, and I imagined it as a place filled with greenery and, admittedly, sheep. Perhaps it was city fatigue, but satisfying my natural inclinations and my perception of Ireland in one day quenched a thirst that was created when I booked this trip.
I wish more people from the group opted to do the boat ride around Ireland’s Eye. It was remarkable. We rode past caves, puffins (!!!!) and cliffs. We were splashed by waves nearly as tall as the boat itself, and we were able to see a place in Ireland left relatively undisturbed. Ireland’s Eye is a non-inhabited island, where folks can go, free of charge, to explore. Access is only limited during nesting seasons, but otherwise the options on the island are limitless.
The caves on the island intrigued me the most. Since we did not have the chance to disembark due to waves, from the boat we saw two different types of caves: natural caves, which were deep and dark, and man-made caves, which were supported by a brick structure. I did some research on the island, but I couldn’t find anything about these caves, besides a shotty video of a person on a rowboat inside one of the caves on youtube. However, I did find information about the tower, called Martello tower, situated on the island. It was built in 1803 by the Duke of York (and is one of three in the Howth area) to prevent a possible invasion by Napoleon.
Authentic Dublin
Today was my free day in Dublin, and I have to say that I was definitely not disappointed. Being in a different country and an unfamiliar city, it was kind of exciting to figure out how to navigate and find our way around. During the day, Maddy and I walked around St. Stephen’s Green and did some shopping. We went into a hand-made cosmetics store called Lush, and our conversation with the saleswoman left me astonished by how kind the Irish have been on this trip. Honestly, every single person I have encountered has not hesitated to strike up a conversation or help me out with directions.
Later on, we were walking past St. Stephen’s Green and decided to sit for a little while and enjoy the nature. I watched as countless birds swam past in the pond and children chased after them.
In the evening, I got a true Dublin experience. I ventured into the city to a pub called O’Donoghue’s, and saw a music session. After our group “Musical Pub Crawl,” I was pretty disappointed because It wasn’t quite what I expected, and was unable to attend one of the sessions the musicians had mentioned would be taking place that night. Thankfully, I met up with a friend who was in town for the night, and we went to O’Donoghue’s. As a musician, this experience was really eye opening. Even though the pub was full of people, the scene felt so intimate. I was so happy that I had the chance to see a session before I left Dublin, and will always remember the passion on the faces of the musicians I watched.
Free day in Dublin
When I was in Ireland last summer, I didn’t have time to visit the Book of Kells, so I was determined to visit the exhibit this year. This morning, I made my way to Trinity College and was able to see the Book of Kells and The Long Room. The Book of Kells is fascinating and the textual scholarship, much of which is debated among scholars, is overwhelming. The books are beautiful and thought-provoking. I enjoyed reading about how pigments were made and seeing the letter-by-letter examples of the illustrated alphabet. Upon entering The Long Room, I was overcome by “old book smell,” which only reinforced why I will always read books I can hold. There’s something about the tactile experience of turning pages and the scent of a book, old or new, that I never want to trade for the convenience of an eReader. I’m not a Luddite, but I unashamedly love old-school book reading.
After leaving the Book of Kells, I met Whitney and Nicole for lunch at Foley’s. I enjoyed a goat cheese salad (greens! vegetables!). After lunch, we walked to Stephen’s Green and enjoyed donuts from The Rolling Donut. Most of the local bookstores have Irish sections, and Eason’s is less expensive than Hodges and Figgis, so we decided to peruse their Irish literature section.
I bought a signed copy of A History of Running Away by Paula McGrath,who is a UCD MFA graduate, and The Green Road by Anne Enright, which won the Man Booker Prize and is shortlisted for the Bailey’s Women’s Prize for Fiction. Joseph O’Connor’s review of McGrath’s book is especially poignant given the theme of our study abroad class: “This beautifully written novel is urgently contemporary in its concerns but is also a quietly compelling exploration of the notions of home and belonging. Paula McGrath is a wonderful storyteller with a vivid sense of place and person.”
Whitney and I made our way to Buff Spa where we spent some time in the sauna and relaxation room. Later in the afternoon, we pampered ourselves with Swedish massages.
Howth!!
Today we went to an excursion to Howth which was by far my favorite activity and place so far on this trip. Howth was incredibly breathtaking with the clear blue water to the mountains and to the beautiful houses along the terraces. This place meant a lot to me because I grew up in the mountains, and while I was living there I did not take much appreciation for the beautiful scenery around me. I was so over the nature part and really just wanted to live in the city as a teenager. Once I moved to the city I had to get used to stopping seeing trees and mountains and other natur-ey things. Once I came to Howth I immediately felt a connection. I felt a connection with a place that I’ve nearly explored. I found this to be interesting, because I feel that I have always been a city person. I do find myself still wanting to live in the city, but because of my upbringing I think I may have a felt a connection with Howth because of the scenery and that it’s all nature. Even though we walked the farthest amount today out of our whole trip, this excursion tired me out the least. I have always found myself adventurous so I feel that I made a connection with Howth and all of it’s beauty. One thing that really struck me about this place was how beautiful and clear the water was. It was beautifully blue without any trash floating around. I found the litter to be at a minimum in general here in Dublin, and I think that says a lot about Irish culture and American culture.
Constance Markievicz at Kilmainham Gaol
Constance Markievicz was born in London in 1868, although her family home, Lisadell, was in County Sligo, Ireland. She was a childhood friend of Yeats and was featured in his poems “In Memory of Eva Gore-Booth and Con Markievicz” and “Easter 1916.” For me, as a voracious reader, it’s been fascinating to read about places, people, and historical events and to subsequently visit the places featured in poetry, prose, and historical texts. In this way, the literature, so much of which features the events surrounding the Easter Rising, has come alive.
On the 1916 walking tour, it was eerie to see the grapeshot at the GPO. These physical scars on the landscape reinforced the historical reality of what occurred. Although I could envision the battle taking place at St. Stephen’s Green where Constance Markievicz was a sniper during the Easter Rising, seeing her name on the intake registry at Kilmainham Gaol reinforced the reality of her involvement and the consequences of her choices. A portion of the entry that describes her crime reads as follows:
Did attempt to cause disaffection among the civilian population of His majesty.
As I toured Kilmainham Gaol, it was surreal to see the jail cell in which Constance Markievicz was held. Initially, she was sentenced to death, but she had her sentenced commuted to life imprisonment because she was a woman. She was released from prison in 1917 and continued to support the cause of Irish Freedom.
The sentence portion of her registry entry reads as follows:
Death
commuteth to Penal Sentence for Life
Everything I Had Howth’d For
When we first got to Howth I was amazed at the sheer beauty of the place. Maybe it was because we have been in the city for a while, but it was very refreshing to see the open ocean and green landscape. It was a definite side of Ireland that has not been depicted in Dubliners, which I really appreciated. I think this is such complex and layered city, so I appreciated seeing more of that complexity. I also really just enjoyed the hike. It was very different from walking around the city, and everywhere you looked you saw pure beauty. This happens in downtown Dublin as well, but as stated before, it is a different form of beauty. In the city, the architecture is beautiful and striking, and in Howth this beauty is water and rocks and flowers. I also enjoyed Howth because it felt like a break from the hustle of the city life. This is similar to how I felt about the readings, too. Dubliners can become so dark and gloomy, and though Yeats was also gloomy, it felt different. I believe that Yeats is gloomy because many of the poems centered around the events of 1916, including the deaths of many young men. Joyce’s Dubliners is dark for many different reasons, but they all seem to center around the place, Dublin. This characterization of Dublin is very hard for me to grasp because I am experiencing such a different Dublin than the one Joyce describes. I am glad, though, that Dublin has changed, but I wonder what Joyce’s thoughts on Dublin would be today.
Howth Did I Get Here???
Today we took a trip to the beautiful coastal city of Howth. Although I had seen a few pictures nd thought I knew what to expect, my breath was taken away as soon as I began to take in the astonishing views this city has to offer. A short bus trip and thirty minute train ride was all it took to get to this amazing spot, located only about sixteen miles from Dublin. Once we got off the bus, it was clear that we were definitely outside of the city limits. Although there were a few shops along the dock, you could really tell that this was a place where people were happy to relish in the natural beauty, rather than man-made tourist attractions. Chelsea and Nia presented their readings in place, and reminded us how the port we were looking out at may have provided escape for many Irishmen and Irishwomen in times of emigration.
Walking through the first half of the hike, I was captivated by the architecture embedded throughout the cliffs. The houses we walked by were absolutely beautifully built and I began to picture what it would be like to live in this area. Of course the further we ventured on, the fewer evidence of human presence we came across. Aside from the ever-present wind, I was surprised by how calm it seemed above the choppy waters. Everything was so green and magnificent. I found it difficult not to take a picture of every rock I stumbled across, but managed to make it back to the dorms with a meager 240 photos from the day!
As this study abroad program encourages us to define the meaning of place within the literature we read, I find that Howth may be one of those places that means something different to everyone you may ask. To some, it may be home. To others, it may be a speck on a map that has long since been erased from their memories. To me, Howth is a location that I hope to never forget.
Howth ???
Today was by far one of my favorite days in Ireland. After having breakfast and discusting Yeats poems we headed to a beautiful place outside the city: Howth. This was W. B Yates home in his late childhood, so I thought that it would be very insteresting to see if anything of this place could have influence him as a writer. As soon as we arrived, I notice the beauty of this place. Although it seemed to be a very small town, the geographical characteristics of this place created one of the most beautiful landscapes and places I have ever seen or visit. Howth is sorrounded by the blue waters of the Atlantic Ocean. There is a beautiful sea port that constitutes a big part of the Dublin Bay. In there, we were fortunate enough to see a couple of seals swimming around the coast, and awide diversity of birds. Our hike to the Howth Cliff was the big highlight of the day. It offered an stunning view of the town, ocean and cliffs. It was very surreal, almost straight out of a movie scene. My heart was filled of joy , because being from such a small town I never imagined I would have the opportunity to see this side of world. I was very excited , and completely blown away by the beauty of this country. As I was contemplating my surroundings, I felt very grateful for every opportunity that has been giving to me. I also appreciated the gifts of nature more than ever before.There was a moment where I wished my love ones were here to see this with me. I imagined my dogs hiking by my side, or swimming in the coast, and how perfect our lives would be in here. Ireland has slowly grown on me, and that reminded me of cresswell idea that places creates society. By this he means that our character and accomplishments in life are a construction of the places we have been, and that is our capability to connect with a location that turns a landscape into a place.