Mind the Gap
On this the eve of my departure from the beautiful land of
Ireland you would think I’d be posting some sappy, heartfelt blog post about
how amazing and unforgettable my time was here and how I’ve been changed for
the better. Although that remains true, I am still working on my closing
reflection of the trip and therefore am dedicating this particular post to help
all you lovely readers to become better acclimated with good old Irish life and
culture:
Part 1: Talk like the Irish
Marnin – Good
Morning!
Cheers – “thank you,” “hello,” “no problem,” “I agree,” pretty much anything
Crisps – chips
Cheers – “thank you,” “hello,” “no problem,” “I agree,” pretty much anything
Crisps – chips
Lamb burgers with chubby chips and baked beans. classic. |
Chips – french
fries, varieties include chubby chips (thicker fries) or skinny chips (thin
like McDonalds)
Craic – no real American equivalent, means something along the lines of a lot of fun and enjoyment, can be used in the following ways: “brilliant Craic”, “the craic was in the nineties”, “the Craic was mighty”, “what’s the craic?”
Craic – no real American equivalent, means something along the lines of a lot of fun and enjoyment, can be used in the following ways: “brilliant Craic”, “the craic was in the nineties”, “the Craic was mighty”, “what’s the craic?”
Trainers –
sneakers or tennis shoes
Brown bread – wheat bread
Half past – 30 mins… so like “I’ll meet you at half past 12” aka 12:30
That's grand – that’s great!
Brown bread – wheat bread
Half past – 30 mins… so like “I’ll meet you at half past 12” aka 12:30
That's grand – that’s great!
State o’ ya (or the Head on ya) – you look awful
The Fear –
the intense feeling you get the morning after a rough night when you are scared
and anxious and worried and terrified of what happened, likened to a hangout
but worse
Banshee – female
ghost/spirit
Hooligan –
boisterous peson
Sinn Feinner
– “Sinn Fein” is a political party of Ireland that translates to “we ourselves”…if
you are a Sinn Feiner, then you are self-absorbed and selfish
Strong tea –
Guinness
Water of life
– whiskey
Part 2: SPORTS
Part 3: Mind the Gap
I remember when I was back in middle school and I’d have
sleepovers at my friend’s houses, I was always surprised by the leniency of the
parent’s rules or the lack of a big home cooked breakfast in the morning or
even by the movies they chose to watch. It always caught me off guard because it
was different than how things ran in my home and the way I was raised.
That being said, as with spending a night at a friend’s
house for the first time, entering a completely different culture can be
shocking at times. There will be things that will take a lot of time getting used
to and things you may never really get used to (like eating carbs on carbs on
carbs every meal). People will think you and your customs are weird too (Ann
still doesn’t get why I put ketchup on my eggs or why I stretch and do planks
after a run or even why I sometimes went to daily mass).
If my time here has taught me anything at all, it has
been that everyone comes from different backgrounds and cultures and that you shouldn’t
judge or belittle or poke fun at anyone else’s family traditions or customs or beliefs
because odds are, yours are just as weird. It’s all about “minding the gap,” or realizing
that yes, there is a gap between cultures, but to recognize that that’s okay. For
a lot of us, this experience has been about stepping outside of our comfort
zones in whatever way. It’s been about getting used to the differences and
adapting. It’s about flexibility and realizing that your way isn’t always the
only way. It’s about being present to people and experiencing all you can where
you are. It’s about the craic.
Boarding the plane home tomorrow at 3:30pm, or 10:30am Maryland
time (I’ve gotten so good at counting backwards because of the time zones…). Flying
into Boston then layover for a bit then home sweet home BMORE! So stoked to
finally be at home! Will most likely jump into Sean’s arms and squeeze Lauren
to death (and anyone else who’s at the airport!) Will sleep like a log in my
own bed after these 10 weeks away (and because of the jet-lag, oh boy) and wake
up Saturday for Justin and Kate’s Wedding! Sunday is the Venanzi family (my mom’s
side) annual Italian cookie bake where we hand make over 1,000 Italian cookies!
Holler! So excited for this jam-packed weekend. Don’t know how I’ll be not dead
for it all, but excited to be home again soon!
Cheers for now!
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