Thursday, May 20, 2010

Day 119: Hanging with the High Kings

"At 8:58 hours, the first pencil of direct sunlight shone through the roof-box and along the passage to reach across the tomb chamber floor as far as the front edge of the basin stone in the end recess."
-Professor M.J. O'Kelly, December 21st 1969


Yesterday Norah, Katy and I took a tour of the Hills of Tara and Newgrange, some pretty important, not to mention fascinating, Irish heritage sites. We went on a tour bus that pretty much chock full of Americans from California and Arkansas and we quickly realized that we're not quite ready to go back to the states. Not that I don't love Americans, and these people were extremely nice, but I prefer the comparably subdued nature of the Irish. Usually I'm the only loud American, now there was a whole bus stealing my thunder!

Just kidding, it was a really enjoyable day with ridiculously nice weather. Although its been humid, the humidity has kept the temperature in the low 60s! Heat wave! I saw plenty of shorts today, obviously.


This is a statue of St. Patrick at the entrance of Tara. When St. Patrick was kicking around these parts in the 4th-5th century, Tara was a very important political and religious location, not for Christianity of course. This was the seat of the High King of Ireland. There were many kings throughout Ireland, but there was only one High King at a time, in this region anyways. I'm not sure how far his rule extended.


Mound of the hostages. Before I took a slight tumble down this hill (more embarrassing than painful)I learned that this hill belong to Niall of the Nine Hostages, one of the High Kings in Irish history. This hill is full of Niall's dead hostages and slaves, and it's the biggest grave at Tara by far. Niall is the one responsible for capturing Patrick and bringing him to Ireland to work as a shepherd before he fled back to the mainland to become a priest. So, in a very roundabout way, Niall helped bring Christianity to Ireland.

So, that's the story my tour guide told me, the bit about Niall is definitely true, but wikipedia tells me that the Mound of the Hostages is actually a Mesolithic/neolithic passage tomb, making it much older than Niall's time! There's an estimated 500 bodies buried inside. Maybe the tour guide just got a bit confused, is it wrong I trust wikipedia?


So many hills! They're not all graves, since this was the seat of the high king, Tara was actually quite the bustling city! Before the vikings came and built up Dublin, Tara would have been the biggest city and probably equivalent to the modern day idea of capital city. Many of the dips and bends in the hills are where houses were built, banquet halls were laid out, etc. All of the buildings were wooden so none of the structures survived to today.


This stone is called Lia Fail, or the Stone of Destiny. This is where the High King was inaugurated and the stone was supposed to cry out in joy. Not sure what a crying stone sounds like. It was said that the Tuatha De Danann, a divine Celtic race, brought four treasures to Ireland and Lia Fail is one of those treasures. The others were a spear, a sword and a cauldron. No word on those, I'd definitely like to read up more on this!


Katy and Norah walking through a graveyard by Tara.


This church is right outside Tara, it's actually a visitor's center now which wasn't open. Overall Tara wasn't very well taken care of, there was sheep poop everywhere! I don't know how I feel about sheep being allowed free reign over the former seat of the High King of Ireland, seems a bit disrespectful and, more importantly, not good for tourism!


This describes weather every day in Ireland! They never have to change it!


Me by the River Boyne. Remember our friend William of Orange from the Belfast post? This was where he battled Ireland into submission. When I was here I remembered the song that (I think) Uncle Bill used to sing called "The Old Orange Flute," I have an image of myself sitting on the floor in the Elks Club listening to him sing it. I just kind of realized that the song is Protestant and about the Orange Men, a Protestant group that stems from William of Orange. They march in a parade every year on July 12th with flutes and drums to commemorate the victory at the Boyne.


This is Newgrange from outside. Sorry this post is turning into a history lesson, but the older the history the more intrigued I am! Newgrange is just one tomb in the Bru na Boinne area which also includes the tombs at Knowth and Dowth. Newgrange is nearly 5,000 years old making it 500 years older than the Great Pyramids in Egypt and over a 1,000 years older than Stonehenge! However, I only heard about Newgrange when I came to Ireland. If you can't get an idea of how old it is from those comparisons, here's a couple more, it's 3,000 years older than Christ and was built before the invention of the wheel or the use of metal. Impressed? I am! The outside wall was rebuilt (using the original stones) in the 1970s, but besides that renovation the structure is still standing on its own!


This house kind of looks like a duck head to me. I'm not really sure what it is, but it stands right outside of the tomb.


Art on rocks surrounding the back of the tomb. They may not have invented the wheel yet but they were well on their way, they seem to have the circle down.


Close-up of the elaborate entrance stone. Originally those entering would have to leap over the entrance stone which probably was pretty difficult, I can't imagine they were very tall. I'm sure the struggle had some sort of significance, or maybe it was just a cruel joke.


This is what fascinates me most about Newgrange, the entrance, including the window box over the entrance door. The tomb lay undetected for literally thousands of years until the 18th century, actual archeological work wasn't done until the mid 20th century. It took Professor O'Kelly, who I quoted above, almost seven years to discover the significance of the window box. Every year for about six days around the Winter Solstice, the window box matches up perfectly with the rising sun. The Sunlight goes through the window box and lightens the interior chamber for all of about 17 minutes.

Unfortunately you weren't allowed to take photos inside the tomb, but its a relatively small chamber with a spectacular vaulted ceiling and three basin stones where human remains and bone bead offerings were found. I can only imagine what it must be like to be inside the tomb during the solstice. I actually entered a lottery to be in the tomb that week! This phenomenon gives Newgrange increased significance, beyond being a spectacularly constructed tomb. This perfect engineering seems to hint at some sort of religious significance relating to the sun. Archeologists can only speculate to the significance, but I still find it absolutely fascinating!

Ok, back to 2010.


Norah, Katy, a couple other Trinity friends, and I went to see an American singer Ingrid Michaelson at The Academy on the north side last night. I had heard a few of her songs before, but Katy convinced me to check her out live. She was really funny and actually really great live! This is just a picture of me and Norah at the show.


Here's Katy and Ingrid. She's one of Katy's favorite performers so she was really excited to get to meet her.

In other news I'm done with school! I took my exam this morning and feel really relieved, but exhausted. I have more to post on a cemetery I visited today, I suddenly went into tourist overdrive!

Monday, May 17, 2010

Day 117: De-stress with avocado

"Life itself is the proper binge."
-Julia Child


So woke up today nice and early to get a desk at the library. Arrived around 9:30 and practically raced this kid across the top floor for one of the only open desks. Sorry buddy, I wasn't just going to give the desk to you!

After about 4 hours of reading about de Valera and the Irish Press and Irish globalization in the context of Riverdance, I thought "forget this, I'm going to cook." (Even though I did find the Riverdance article pretty interesting!)

So, I went to Tesco and picked up a couple ingredients for Avocado, Parmesan and Rocket salad, a recipe I found on the Good Mood Food blog. These ingrediants are mixed with whole wheat pasta, garlic, olive oil and balsamic vinegar. I've been all about rocket leaves, I didn't realize until today that rocket is the same thing as arugula! Regardless, its delicious and perfect in this recipe.


Turned out pretty dang good if I say so myself! I have extras for tomorrow!


I was a little nervous about my avocado ability, this is the first time I've actually prepared them. I have lots of experience eating them! Now I realize there's nothing to be afraid of, we're cool.

Besides studying I've also been doing some bookings for Mom's trip! Maybe even more of a challenge than studying.

Sunday, May 16, 2010

Day 116: Jambo Dublin!

The pillar of the world is hope.
- Kanuri proverb, Nigeria


Today I headed over to the Iveagh Gardens where Irish Aid was hosting a huge celebration for Africa Day. I must say, I was extremely impressed by the event and even more so by the turnout! I went right when the festival started at noon, I was one of the first people there, but two hours later there were hardly any picnic spots!

The day was for celebrating but also for raising awareness. Irish Aid does an amazing amount of great work in Africa for such a small country. Now I see why, they have the support of the whole community!

After listening to a gospel choir for a bit I noticed on the schedule that there was going to be a cooking demonstration. Being the food lover that I am, I hightailed it over to the tent and salivated for an hour.


Setting up for the demonstration. Before the actual cooking, a speaker from Irish Aid discussed the nutrition supplements they have developed to help keep kids healthy in different parts of Africa.


I wanted to devour this guy's dish. He's a chef from the Silk Road Cafe housed in my favorite museum, The Chester Beatty library. He made this delicious looking okra and tomato sauce with lamb. Here he's talking about the benefits of okra, no convincing needed here!


Ok, I was quite taken by this kid. Anyone who has a published cookbook by the age of 23 is worthy of some attention! His name is Donal Skehan and his blog, The Good Mood Food Blog is just fantastic: http://www.thegoodmoodfoodblog.com/. I've been marking recipes on it all afternoon. Here he made a spicy garlic chicken dish with polenta (I think).


This woman was all about dried meat. It kind of looks like tongue to me, but I'm not 100% sure. She made a salad and then dried meat muffins. It made me think of the amazing ham and cheese scones at Alice's Tea Cup in NYC!


The "Bazaar" portion of the festival.




A traditional tent, not exactly sure where from. Right after I took this picture like five people rolled out from under it.


"Bang the Drum" tent.


This was really cool, they paired up traditional Irish musicians with traditional African musicians. I've actually seen this accordion player at some trad sessions, so it was interesting to hear a completely new sound paired with his music. Good stuff.


I had a sample of some type of rice, but I steered clear of this drink. I was convinced when she was mixing lime juice with this sugary syrup, but then vodka got involved. At noon on a Sunday I wasn't ready for a shot.

Ok here's some pictures of me and my friends! I just realized some of them haven't made appearances.


Me, Clint and Sarah. Clint went back to Tennessee on Thursday. Sarah is the Canadian girl who lived with me at the beginning of the semester.


Norah can be really stubborn.


Me and Katy, she's from Pittsburgh!


Christina who's from Missouri, Damien who's from France but goes to school in Brussels, and of course Paige who left yesterday.


Me and one of our Irish friends Aoife. She's hilarious, hopefully we'll hang out again before I come back to the states!

Saturday, May 15, 2010

Day 115: Modern miracles, dead zoos and canals!

The bright stick trapped, the breeze adding a third
Party to the couple kissing on an old seat,
And a bird gathering materials for the nest for the Word
Eloquently new and abandoned to its delirious beat.
-Patrick Kavanagh "Canal Bank Walk"


I've been keeping myself busy these past couple weeks. Unfortunately most of my social activities have involved saying goodbye to friends. Clint headed back to Tennessee on Thursday morning, I spent last night hanging out with Paige who left this morning, and today I got coffee with Mae who leaves tomorrow! I like it this way, then when I go there won't be anyone to leave behind, I think I'll be ready to be home then.

I spent all day today and most of yesterday studying for my exam next week. I'm not extremely worried about it, I just have to catch up after a rather reluctant semester.

Last weekend Norah and I witnessed quite a miraculous site. I've always been confused by how boats go along the canal, there are lots of drop-offs and bridges. It's a rather tricky business and I won't even try to explain it, but basically they raise and lower the water level to get the boats through. We got to see it happen!


Going through the first bridge


Some ship captain types opening the bridge.


Hanging out in the holding area while the water level rises.


This picture is from Howth. I went last Sunday with Paige and Clint. We had some delicious sausage rolls and just walked along the ocean. That place is always looking beautiful!


The Dead Zoo! I can't wait to go explore this place again, its quite an amazing museum. It's actually called the Natural History Museum, but everyone calls it the Dead Zoo. Most of the animals are from the 19th century which is a little freaky. Here's an adorable little squirrel to start it off.


Norah is clearly amazed. I'm a little afraid of whatever that is on the ceiling.


A happy Badger family. Reminds me of the Redwall books. I love that they pose the animals to make it seem more "natural."


These are mom's favorite monkeys because they remind her of some of her favorite Wizard of Oz scenes. Right Mom?


I wonder how big its body was.


Irish Wolfhound! Its facing a wolf, you can see how its far superior. I can't wait to be walking one of these babies around and terrify kids who think its a pony. They're such cool animals, they were originally bred to tear men off their horses or out of chariots! Plus, I always wanted a dog that looked like me.


Chicken rabbit. Seriously, what else could it be?


Baby face seal.


Ol' Sticky. Me, Kate, Maura and Shannon are big fans of these little guys.


Baby!


Ok this guy isn't dead. As far as graffiti goes he's very much alive! He's been hanging out on the side of a coffee shop on Harcourt street for ages, but everyday I'm finding him somewhere else. If I had to rank graffiti art on adorableness, this guy would definitely be #1!

Thursday, May 6, 2010

Day 106: Savage Waves in Dunfanaghy

"It's like the mafia, once you're in, you're in. There's no getting out."
-Kelly Slater on surfing


Paige and I both agreed that we needed to see Donegal before calling our trip to Ireland complete. We tacked on a couple extra days in Dunfanagy at the Corcreggan Mill House hostel. It was a super nice hostel, just a little chilly and far from town. One night we walked into town, the other couple times we went in we took a taxi which was especially needed after surfing!

I've been wanting to try surfing for years. The girl at our hostel in Belfast used to work at Corcreggan Mill and gave us the name of her friend who does surf lessons in Dunfanaghy. He was great, extremely helpful and non-judgmental which was great. He would actually come out into the water, help you get balanced on the board and then guide you into the wave, it was fantastic. I didn't stand up, I didn't think that I would but I caught lots of waves and went up to one knee at one point...before falling into the water. haha I had some pretty great wipe outs.


Here's the hostel, so homey! There was lots of room to relax, a really nice common room and a great kitchen where Paige and I cooked dinner the second night. Really cozy place, I would definitely come here with the family!


These cows were very curious. They sprinted over when we walked by their pen and then followed us the whole way. We'd stop and they would just stare. I'm thinking that it may have been close to their feeding time, either that or they were very lonely.


Sunset in Dunfanaghy.


Paige with the town in the background. It's extremely small, I think only about 350 people live there, but there are 5 pubs! We liked Molly's the best, they had some great live music by a bonfire in the back. We got a drink with a few people from our hostel.


Surf time!! I don't have any pictures of me actually surfing, I know paige took an after picture, this is before. I'll have to see if I can get the other one of me! The biggest battle was definitely getting this baby on, I felt like Catwoman! I know it sounds crazy, but with this suit on (plus gloves and water shoes) its not cold at all. The cold part is taking the suit off.


Marble Hill beach where we surfed. It wasn't crowded at all, and the waves were as big as any I've seen in NJ and Florida! Who knew, apparently Northern Ireland is like surf capital of Europe.


Here's the view from the front yard of the hostel.


There was an old boat on the grounds that overlooked the bay.


Paige's idea.


So many sheep! I feel like I've seen the sheep grow up while I've been here. Just a couple months ago the lambs were so tiny and now they're almost full grown.


Mountains behind our hostel.


This guy was the perfect model even though I was talking to him about cheeseburgers.


Garden at the Mill House.


Paige in the sanctuary area. Brendan who owns the hostel used to be in the army, now he's really into yoga, religion, and other spiritual practices. Lots of the area around the hostel is reserved for quiet and meditation, it's really peaceful.

Going to Donegal after Belfast was the perfect way to wind down from the craziness of the city! I'd love to go to Donegal again, it's the Ireland you see in pictures. I'm also really proud that I tried surfing, my arms just started to feel normal again today.