The path that we take to school every day runs along the River Corrib. It sounds neat, and sometimes through the trees I see swans swimming along at my pace, but the path itself is actually really creepy (hence the local name “Rape Lane”). Regardless, I’d heard that following the path the other direction, away from the university, is gorgeous. I finally braved the cold to do it. Once it gets warmer and my head decongests (the doc said I’m just not accustomed to the damp climate), I plan on taking my morning jogs down there. It’s swamped with dogs.
You know those woods at the end of The Fellowship of the Ring…
We’re settling into a daily routine quite quickly here. Even though there’s still the occasional culture shock and things we accidentally do American. I still say “please” and “thank you,” look the wrong way when crossing the street, and perhaps hardest of all, I still veer to the right in oncoming foot traffic. But these are all things I’ll get used to in time. If you’re lucky, I may come home with an Irish brogue. But don’t say this to an Irishman, they don’t know what this is and get offended when you try to explain it. After all, it does come from the Irish word for “accent” or “speech impediment.”