|beautiful view of Glendalough|
|looks like a postcard!|
Then took the train back home to share our stories with Ann before heading out into the city for the night! (keep scrolling, there's more....)
|Boats in the Howth Harbour|
|journaling on the side of a cliff|
|Jerry our farmer friend!|
Sunday was our rest day (as it should be). Walked into town to our new home parish, St. Brigids. The pastor gave a wonderful homily about expressing gratitude to the people in our lives and being thankful for the things we are blessed with. Many of the parishioners approached us after Mass telling us how wonderful it was to see young people at mass. (Interestingly enough, despite the stereotypes about Irish Catholics, to be “Catholic” in Ireland often refers to your culture and background and not necessarily to your religion. The island is 84.16% Catholic, however there are many who were baptized but do not actually participate in the sacraments or the community of the Church. It is simply part of their national identity.) At any rate, we were invited by the pastor, Fr. Alec, to have tea and coffee for free at their community parish center café. There we were able to mingle with some of the locals, including these group of high schoolers (called 4th years in Ireland) who were interested in American culture and wanted to know why Americans always seemed so happy (good question…). Then went into the city centre and found and internet café to get some work done since I’ve been pretty much avoiding any and all work at this point.
|Oh hey, Mount St. Mary's!|
Speaking of which, gotta get back to doing some work! Classes again tomorrow! Cheers!