Two Weeks in Ireland: Day 3

Have you seen the movie or read the book,  Round Ireland with a Fridge by Tony Hawks (http://www.roundirelandwithafridge.com)? It's a story of a guy -- a comedian -- bombing in his career, who made a drunk-bet with a friend and found himself traveling around Ireland with a small fridge in tow. I saw the movie a few years ago through Spiritual Cinema Circle and loved it. Little did I know at the time I'd be making multiple trips to Ireland.

The story shows his transformation from tight-laced to go-with-the-flow, from grouchy to grateful. All because he thought Ireland was a magical place, where anyone could hitch hike carrying a fridge. (YouTube has an hour-long video with him telling his story and his philosophy: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Cy7TdJHX1OA.)

Last year, when I found out there was a book, I looked for it in the first place our bus stopped in a small town somewhere in County Wicklow. I slipped into a used bookstore and asked if they had a copy. (They did.) How quickly that manifested!

Today has been an easy day. Breakfast at "the Buttery" where I met up with Narketta, Jill and Tony. My throat is still hoarse and it's a strain to talk, but I'm feeling ok.

Jill had scouted for times of mass at St. Theresa's church and I was up for anything, so I tagged along. On the outside, the church looks small, but it's HUGE. Those Catholics know how to decorate, too! Ornate.

I had to leave the service, though. The priest used a massive amount of incense and about the time it wafted back to where I was sitting, I had a coughing fit that left my eyes watering.

Lunch with Narketta at Bewleys Coffee Shop (http://bewleys.com/bewleys-grafton-street-cafe) on Graffton Street. Great tomato soup with rich brown bread.

And because I had planned to paint, I returned to my apartment because it was raining. Actually, it's rained a little bit each day, but this time it didn't let up.

I'm getting started on the thank you cards that the students will sign for our guest speakers....

I thought I'd curl up and doze a little, but Narketta knocked on my door inviting me to walk to the Dublin Castle. It's Sunday and by the time we got there, it was closing. Outside, in the main courtyard is a set of sand sculptures that are in progress. Just as we were leaving the artist returned to work on another piece.

We walked for another hour or so and saw this sign:

Which made me a little nervous. I have decided I will at least start the race. I don't know if I have the energy to finish it. And that's ok. (I really would like to have that finisher medal, though...)

My intentions for tomorrow:
Pay attention to what my body needs.
HAVE FUN!
Get lucky. :) Hey, I'm in IRELAND and there are leprechauns here!

Love,
Suzan