A few days in and it's going Fine

Sitting in a folding chair in the sunshine, a gentle breeze is blowing, but not to coldly and for the first time since I arrived I am perfectly comfortable in only three layers! (Normally it's five.) Thus far everything has gone alright. I wouldn't go so far as to use the famously Irish word: grand, or even brilliant, but maybe later.

     I reached Dublin without a problem after sleeping like a baby the entire flight over. A very nice Australian man kindly woke me when we were about to land. I stumbled off the plan and found my way through immigration, without a problem thank goodness, and to baggage claim. Easily collected my suitcase that's practically bigger then me, and wrestled it outside into my first breath of Irish air, which I may tell you, was cold. Logically it's no colder then back home, but there was a chill in the air that made it seem so. In any case I spent a few confusing minutes and tried to get directions for the bus, which I got... but couldn't understand. Finally I was pointed in the right direction, and told to hurry, for the bus was leaving soon. I started along and quickly realized that "just across that way" was quite far indeed, or at least seemed so dragging along my 50 pound suitcase. 

     Well I reached the proper place it started to rain, a light drizzle, which didn't affect me, but seemed to add to the gloom on the situation, which was now that I didn't know which bus to take. After a few embarrassing conversations I had both figured out the proper bus and learned I didn't know how to properly pronounce anything Irish. So that's me folks, fantastic when it comes to Sanskrit, and a fool when it comes to pronouncing words of my own ancestry.  In any case I got on the bus alright, the driver was a kind and lovely man and helped me with my bag, and thus began the final leg of the journey. I was told by the woman sitting across from me that "there isn't much to see on the motor way" and so I'll take her word for it. We passed through a number of tiny adorable towns, with their little stone shops and houses. All well equipped with chimneys. And right between the towns were many fields with corn (or maize as its called here) or potatoes, or  wheat or hay. And some more fields with horses and cattle. Haven't seen any of those Irish sheep yet. Ah well, I'm sure I will soon. At last I reached my stop and it started to drizzle once again. And after borrowing a phone because, of course, mine wasn't working I was picked up and taken to my new home.  More later!