Day 15

Dear readers,
I have been in Ireland for 15 days, so I thought I should enter another blog post. I can sum up the my first two weeks here in two words, lovin it! My two buddies Abraham Schmidt and Zachary Holyman arrived shortly after I did and we swiftly found a house to live in. We go to a market every few days for fresh produce, meat and bread. The picture on the right is of the town market, Its an amazing place, like a farmers market on crack. The night life in Cork city is hopping, clubbing is a big deal here, and I don't mean the baby seals kind. On most nights of the week one can expect to see scantly dressed women parading around the city center wearing only high heels and upper thigh length dresses (they look like whores) and following closely behind them is a bunch of euro fab dudes wearing track suits, and gold chains.  (pictures of them are coming soon).   
I have also started school which had to happen at some point. I get to study geology so I have no complaints. I have classes three days a week which leaves me lots of time to travel and see stuff.













This picture is of the main building on the UCC campus at sunset. Looks like Hogwarts Ehh?

This is were I leave ye know readers, looking off towards yall. I miss America and my friends and family.

Cheers,
Rob

15 Irish men vs me

As soon as I touched down in Ireland one thought rose to the top of my thought inventory. Drinkin' a pint of ole Guinness. Now, I was not about to walk into any old pub in Cork and order my first alcoholic beverage in my life, no folks this took thought. As I toured Cork by my lonesome there was a pub on every corner and I kept saying to myself, "this one looks good...wait keep walking...there will be a more welcoming one." Of course, beer is not a new liquid to me but for some reason these 470mml of fluid meant something more to me then any other old 470 mml of liquid. So as a walked through the vibrant city, passing pub after pub I finally found one. The pub had no name and was very small. As, cornfed American me entered the small room no bigger than the size of a gas station but one of those stupid ones that don't have any food or drinks just small cash register and one cooler full of a dilapidated soda selection, most of the conversations stopped and I got many drunken "goo day chap". I walked in dragging my larger than average back pack with nalegene hanging off the side set it on the floor next to a old leather covered stool and asked a short bald man for, "one pint of guinness please." He looked at me and said tree-fifty euro (tree is how irish folk say three) I paid the man and settled in to my bar stool, listening to the sounds of old crotchety men mumble "fuk" everyother word when the news reporter mentioned the european economy. Fill in the rest, I am super Jet legged and need to sleep. Moral of the story is the Guinness was really good and I old men are funny looking.

peace and love,

Rob

Day 1

Prologue:
Dear Friends and Family,
Today I attempt to write a blog of my escapades in Europe which started yesterday 9/8/2011. The main motivation behind this risky and daring attempt is two dear friends of mine who suggested it and I was like, " well that would be fun, I guess I will give it a go." I am not much of a writer and as a disclaimer for those reading it, I have a horrible habit of switching tenses so please bear with me. I also am a awful speller. I was once giving a spelling book in 6th grade by a friend of mine, I guess I should have read it. Another thing to note for you readers out there is in the spirit of the country I am residing in is I might fall subject to entering my posts when I am blitzed, crapulous, sozzled, plotzed, or hooched-up. It is up to you to read past that fact.  With all those details out of the way the adventure begins.....