(Just a few observations while soaked from head to toe, but luckily found an available seat in the back of an unusually empty bus for rush hour in the rain.) Have you ever experienced anything so frenzied? It feels like a race to get to everyone’s personal version of hell. An aspect of Argentina … More Ode to the Colectivo
Honesty Alert! After living in Argentina for a year and a half, my Spanish is nowhere near where I think it should be. Maybe I’m not being fair to myself. It has definitely improved, but not to the degree I had envisioned before moving here. I imagined that after the first three to six months, … More On Language: Introducing Spanish Word of the Week
Since the success (puke) of Donald Trump’s campaign, I’ve felt what can only be described as grief. Election Night, when it all became very clear, I was in complete denial still watching and waiting and hoping the numbers would miraculously change. Wednesday, I could barely pull myself off the sofa and went through an entire box … More One Week In…
Exactly one month ago I first stepped foot in Argentina. The past few weeks have been a blur of apartment hunting, learning Spanish, figuring out the collectivos (public buses), carving time for actual work (I am incredibly fortunate that I am working virtually in international education and this move has not affected my job at all), and lots … More Bienvenido a Buenos Aires!
As I turned the deadbolt lock to open, I knew something was not the same. The furniture is still here, artwork hung on the walls, clothes still in the wardrobes. But this time, walking into the first house we’ve lived in together felt different. I knew this was no longer our home. Dermot left for Buenos Aires … More Ireland, So Long For Now
Well folks, I caved. After a combined 33 months of living in Ireland, it finally happened. I went to a real live GAA match at Croke Park! And then another a few weeks later! And, to let you in on a little secret, I kinda liked it… The GAA (pronounced ‘gah’) is a uniquely Irish … More The Core of Irish Culture: The GAA
Today was a pretty typical day; a good day, but nothing too remarkable. I woke around 8, made my coffee, sat down to my computer and did some work, had breakfast, went to yoga, met up with a few of my students, went to the market, and came home to hang out some laundry. Sitting … More 4 Less-Than-Glamorous Parts of Dublin Life