mylifeinireland

Woaaah.

My emotions are really mixed. I feel happy but at the same sad, and everything there inbetween. One second I have major homesickness and the next I want to move to Ireland! The culture, the food, the people... Mmh-m. Want to stay here forever. Hey, I can move in with Mary! Ha! We can be Ireland-buddies. :)

Have to controll my self in the last entry, I have to tell you guys about my day today. I'm sitting here on Mary's bed, and her hole family is down there so I can't write forever this time, unfortunaly. Have o take my opportunity to chat a little bit (though I've chated enough with Mary... I have to have some variety. :) It's right about seven clock here so I can sure say this: A family life in Ireland is now inspected by me! Well... Most of it.¨I came to her house yesterday, so the hole family was already here. I've been here for so long so I really know how a Irish person is now. You know, I've written about the people in every post it feels like! But they deserve it, don't they? Kind, helpful, caring, cheerful and 1000 other adjectives. Anyway, when I arrived to the house a Irish stew was served on the table. Remember my first post? Yeah, Paul offered me a bowl with this stew, it was amazing! So I knew my taste buds would be happy. ;)

According to www.irelandseye.com , this is the recipe for four persons, that means Mary had to dubble the recpie, oh, even tripple it!

2½ boned mutton
4 large potatoes
2 large onions
3 or 3 carrots
sprig of parsley
2 cups of water
...and ofc salt and pepper :)

It doesn't look so yummy but...

...Doesn't it sound yummy?:D Well I can say it tastes yummy, haha! Anyway, I decided with Mary's cousins that I would be a while in there school, so that's where I've been most of the day actually. The major differnet between Irish and Swedish schools, is the uniforms I would say, and that they are so religious. They have to wear there uniforms every day, and they're not allowed to manipulate them.. (The "..." was cause' half of the students does it anyway, haha). I, personally, wouldn't want to wear school uniforms, because clothes is a way to express your self and your own look. Though not many have this "special" look, they still want to show there clothes. If my mom would voted, she would vote yes, and when I asked her, she came with a good reason. She said if, the uniforms would enter the Swedish schools, it would reduce the bullying in school. And I think she has a point. Most of the students in my school have money and can buy expensive/good looking clothes, but some can't - so they are directly pointed out like poor etc etc - which is sad in my opinion.

An exampel how a school uniform can look like. Cute... But no thanks!

Luckily, my school haven't had so much bullying, but some other schools have -just for that reason. So in that part I can agree with my mom, nobody can be afraid to be stamped like "poor" OR "rich". But, hey again, my freedom would be carried away if they introduced school uniforms at my school, so my no is still a no.. :) As I said, the school was pretty religious so when we arrived, everybody knew what was first on the schedule. A little pray. Sweet, but different. In Sweden, it would never work, just because we have people with so many background. Christians, Muslims, Hindus, Buddhists, you name it! I mean, if it only had been one religion in Sweden - we would probably do that to, but it's not, so it wouldn't be right, just... weird.

The teachers was as good as I had expected actually. :) The treated me nice, and I even got a little tour of the school. Well, they go to secondary school, one in fourth grade and one in sixth. I felt like I was a little child again, who everybody took care of... Puhh what am I writing? Just officially tired, and full of emotions. Have heard "It's OK to be sad!" too many times this day, but I'm not complaining, they care about me. :') Oh, going to give Mary and Paul a big big BIG hug tomorrow!

Silly I know, but the melody really describes my mood.

Can you miss a country so much? I know I will, and I also know Ireland will be a part of me my entire life! I know we'll see each other again, I promise! Bye... :') <3

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Sources:

- Ph1: www.commons.wikimedia.org

- Ph2: Lånad från google

- Necessary inormation (as secondary school etc): www.en.wikipedia.org

Gooosh, long time no see (in rewind, I'm DEEPLY sorry). :) Naa, just kidding, what are you guys up to? Hanging around? Chilling? Reading my blog? Haha, I should calm down a bit! But I can't, well not right now, because I have to tell you about my day.. It was really fun, and iI learned much, probably a lot more than on any other little trip her in Ireland. Okay, I'm gonna tell you from scratch, well... Almost.

I woke up, nothing special, except. Wait... Something on the floor... A paper, or... It was a little letter right next to the door. Guess if I was suprised, but, even more -frightened! Those letters under the door only come in those really scary horror movies, with a note and letters cut out of a newspaper. Know those? Yeah. I thought it was letter as that.

Look. No harm. I got afraid for that little thing... (If you wonder why the door looks so weird in a hotel room, it's because I took the cheapest room, and it had this "work" theme...) :(

Moving on... I opened the letter with shaky hands absolutly terrified (haha I mean, WHO would harm me)... until I read: "Guess who? Mary!" Yeah, I just wanted to reply "Guess who is gonna kill you? Me!" BUT! As well behaved as I am, I didn't, of course (but I kind of wished I did, just to scare her a bit ;p). Anyway, it stood that I should come to the pub (in case I haven't told you, the pub were Mary and I met up before hurling is now "OUR" pub) just about ten forty-five. A quick shower and dressing later I met up with my now days, friends, Paul and Mary. :) She didn't reveal where we were supposed to go in the letter, just to dress casual and comforting, so I guessed it was a fun surprise. And... For some people it will be a killing shock, but for me, it was a good surprise. :) It was a book fair, and the theme for this year was called "antique". Sure it was old! It was in the centre of Dublin, near the pub actually, so it was great to take som fresh air for a five minutes.:) When we arrived I got shocked. Yeeeeah, I thought it would be like in Sweden, all authors have their own space and that everything looks like a colorful maze. You know, like this:

But - as I said, the theme was "antique", so it looked like it was taken from a movie in 17th century. So not like the fair's in Sweden, but what do I know, maybe the "real" ones in Ireland looks like that one in Sweden. I prefer this Irish one, to be truly honest. :) Dark wood, wine-red and that deep green colour, you know which one I mean? It was sooo odd but at the same time sooo beautiful. Starnge feeling actually. I could just stand there for ages and look at the amazing interior, but it was time to go - antique authors and poets were on my list. ;) 

Mary and Paul walked in different directions - seems like they have dissimilair taste in this genre. As I stood there I just decided to go my own way to, ha! You know what a canvas is, right? Yeah to paint on etc etc, but guess whatr it was used for in the fair? To put the poetry on and some pictures, actually! It was a few canvas to every author/poet. I walked and saw names like Jonathan Swift (and I automaticly think about Taylor Swift... How Hollywodd-ized am I?), James Joyce, Samuel Beckett and was very impressed by the work and information. Just one thing bothered me, well not that much but i was giving me hard time to think cause' I wondered. How come so many of these authors spend their last couple of years in differneet countries? Like painters... haha.

Anyway. I couldn't take my eyes of Oscar Wilde's canvas. That quote in the title is actually his. I had to put it there. So true, it's such a good quote. I mean, there's no one like you, why waste you time and energy on pretending to be some one else? It's just stupid, in my opinion. But you can't really say it's stupid, when most people do it because they are insecure and afraid how people are going to react when they see the real you. Everybody tries to fit in, one way or another. Everyone needs love, and specially love from friends. Laughter, trust and joy. To have these things you have to be yourself, no one wants a fake person, who is faking what she/he likes. Why fake that popular girl or boy? Nobody is going to see you that way, and it is YOU everybody wants to like. Not a girl who's already there, you see my point? :) That's why I love this quote cause' it's packed with opinions and thoughts in just one little sentence.

Puh, I wrote a lot for this one! Guess what I'm gonna do soon? Visit Mary and see her family, it will be fun, I'm really exctied actually! (Less excited that I'm gonna fly home soon, but.. What to do!)

See ya! :D

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Sources (no information was needed):

Ph1: Me :)
Ph2: www.cornucopia.cornubot.se

Hey there sunshine's!

Good morning! The clock is about eleven here. It's pretty unusual for me to wake up eleven on a Saturday, but I just couldn't miss another second of this country, of this city! It has so much to explore, and I want to visit more and more things for every thing I visit. Weird, but true. :) Unfortunately the weather isn't sunshine and rainbow's today like a few days ago, when I visited the Blarney Castle, but hey... That doesn't stop me at all! Later this day me and my friend Mary are going down to a cafe down town to talk and get to know each other a little bit more. Have I told you guys about Mary at all? Well it's not a long or complicated story. Paul was showing me around the city, places where tourists usually don't visit (that makes a trip just so much better, I promise!), and we met Mary around the corner of a street. Paul and Mary have been friends as long as they can remember, so they're pretty tight! Anyway Mary told me a shocking thing... She is half-Swedish! I got really happy and I think Paul got a little bit bored, we couldn't stop chattering on Swedish. Haha, pore Paul, had to stand out with that. It was nice to let go the English for a while and get to talk my real language a bit.

The time flew away, but luckily Paul said we had to move on, I guess it was enough for him... Actually before we left, we decided to meet up on a pub and later move on to check a hurling game! I got really excited, just like the first time you can go to the city without your parents, I got to go somewhere without Paul. Oh, now it sounded like he is forcing me to be with him, but I can ensure you, I wouldn't go outside my hotel door if I hadn't got such a great guide as Paul, I might tell ya... :)

ANYWAY, (sometimes I just write about something small and it becomes huge..) I wanted to tell you how my day at the stadium was. As we decided we meet up in a pub (sooo similar to the pub we where in) and stayed there for a while, actually, it was over a hour... She took a beer with a explanation: “I've become addicted top this.” She pointed on a Guinness. Oh, I totally agreed with her, even though beer isn't my favorite thing to drink. The time flew away fast in the bar especially when she showed me music of Van Morrison. When she told me he was Irish I was totally shocked, and I don't even know why. Did you guys know he was Irish? I guess I thought the music from Ireland just was “hoppely-doddely-do”.

She was a little bit shocked that I didn't knew which song “Brown Eyed Girl” was, I was sure that I never had heard a song named like that. When she turned it on, it was like my mind was flying back in time to when I was young, teenager-young.

So lovely song, so lovely memories!