These sayings were very popular at the local pub. John and I went down and had a few drinks for the all-Ireland Hurling game. Now when I say Irishmen I know that incredible athlete is not the first thing that jumps into the mind of my American readers; however, the Hurley players are by far the most courageous athletes I’ve seen play a game. Tis such brutality! Think: cardio of soccer, rules of lacrosse and no pads. The pace of the game is faster than anything I’ve ever seen and the players are all hometown heroes. Here’s a little preview of the game:
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I can’t think up the words to express what I’m feeling right now; however, I can conjure up a description of what I just experienced:
On my way to Concord, after ten minutes I realized I left my computer next to the printer at home, which I was supposed to use to print my boarding pass. Dad and I got to Concord with time to spare and I ate some bomb Japanese food at Mirimoto: classic roll and seaweed salad make me a pretty happy camper. Regardless of the comfort food, I couldn’t get over this irking stress pushing hard at my neck. As I was pulling my Cosmic edition SkullCandy Hesh II’s from my backpack they emerged destroyed. So I slept a few minutes on the bus, entered the airport and luckily did not need a paper copy of my itinerary, and even though I was four hours early for my flight, I immediately entered the terminal. I stuck to my new lifestyle and exercise plan refusing to sit and walking for at least five minutes each hour. Needless to say, I got some weird looks as a paced around the fairly small CanadaAir terminal. On my light excursions I happened upon the clerk as Cosí tending to the refrigerator and scored myself a free salad featuring the most disgusting excuse for meat I have ever seen. Check out the ingredients in the chicken:
After throwing the bacon and chicken and dressing in the garbage the remains were slightly alienating but really took care of my cresting hunger.
I watched the sun go down, boarded the plan and skipped up to Ottowa, about 1.5 hours by flight. I blinked and my Canada visit was over.
Now comes the gruesome part. As the night went on my uncovered ears taunted my brain as my body uneasily attempted to rest. Old and arthritic, the bird sitting next to me assumed control of the center arm rest by default. For seven hours I sat in discontent staring at the screen in the headrest in front of me. I wretched in pain as my lymph node swelled to the size of a gum ball. I scratched my throat endlessly throughout the flight.
As soon as we landed in London my whole perspective changed. I got a large breakfast: ginger smoothie, two bacon, two sausage, two eggs, tomato, and mushroom. The smoothie knocked that lymph node down and the food kept me energize for the next four hours. I tirelessly wandered the terminal. I walked in circles for four hours coving miles on my way. This set me up for a very quiet night of sleep. I arrived in Shannon, Ireland at about 4:30 PM to be greeted by Julie. We shot up to Cahirmackee, Cork and the rest is textbook foreign affairs.
With so much to do today, I rose to drink my daily two liters followed by an amazing coffee drink. Today I went straight to the cappuccino machine to brew four shots of espresso to put into my mushroom tea along with a solid helping of raw cacao powder, maca root, coconut oil, and ashwaghanda root powder. Blended and topped with a good heaping teaspoon of cinnamon, this drink really did it for me this morning. I was like, “mmmmmmmhmmhh.”
Liver and onions topped with two over-easy eggs. I was like, “mmmmmmmmmhhhmm.”
Hello, how are ya, and welcome to the space I have created for sharing my adventure abroad in Ireland. I hope you stop in weekly and check out the new content which will span my creative abilities. Yesterday I traveled from Meredith to Boston to pick up my Irish passport and say goodbye to my Nana and my Dodo. The city almost swallowed me whole; I was barely able to find the parking garage on Boylston St where I left my car, and imagined myself endlessly roaming the city streets, searching among the thousands of garages tucked beneath the skirts of Boston. Found the car, drove to Durham, bought my camera, and picked my brother Connor up from class. After touching base with my teacher in Durham, I drove up to Lake Sunapee to drop off an accounting book with my other brother. Matt’s place is much cleaner than Connor’s and much more welcoming. As usual he did a nice job setting the living room up for maximum chi circulation. After hanging with Matt and his roommate for a coffee or two I hit the road for home at 11:30 PM.
Along my travels I picked up some necessities: New Hampshire Maple Syrup, local honey sticks, Blueberry Jam, and Maple Candy all from Emery Farm. This should make a nice gift basket for the O’Connors of Cork. They are opening up their home for me so I thought I’d fill it with NH’s sweetest treats.
All that sitting in the car all day really took its toll. I got home around 12:30 and couldn’t wait to play with my camera. My parents were fast asleep and I was in need of a tonic. There is really nothing better than a warm drink right before bed. The only problem is I think warm milk is kind of gross, especially right before bed. With a few trips from kitchen to porch, I was able to set up my lab and within minutes I was drinking this incredible tonic of gynostemma tea, shatavari, maca, and coconut oil (for the froth).
I remembered that I forgot cocoa butter (it was glowing):
My frothy, delicious, warm, comfort tonic opens and soothes the heart. I slept very well last night!
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