Magic Jewball

all signs point to no

 

In the seaside town

Filed under : Travel
On April 1, 2012
At 11:00 pm
Comments : 5

Tonight’s the last night of my spring break (sob!) and so it’s as good a time as any to share some pictures from the trip. I had a little slip and fall at the Giant’s Causeway and hurt my knees, ankle, and hand. Everything’s healed except my hand which is still bandaged in such a way to make it hard to type. Thus, the delay in posting. I was patched up by a nice guy from the National Trust who kept trying to make me look at the cliffs while he was cleaning the wound. More on him later.

Here’s the teaser: I liked Northern Ireland much better than I liked the Republic of Ireland. More on that later, too.

The Giant’s Causeway is apparently the #1 tourist destination in Northern Ireland. It’s a kind of basalt landscape that looks like thin columns and tessellated disks. But I really just loved the coastline. That’s why I go to the British Isles, for this particular landscape. I adore it.







Besides the landscape, the other big tourist attraction in NI, especially this year, is Titanic, which was built in Belfast. It’s a huge thing there. Everywhere. I could never figure out whether people actually cared or if it was all for the hordes of tourists who are expected when the big exhibit opens (coincidentally, today). But I did get treated to things like this throughout the country.




I had the song that the lyric in the title comes from in my head a lot of the time I was in Portrush. It’s about the classic British seaside holiday spot which has seen better days. And Portrush has. But I found it charming, especially on Saturday when all the families came. And just like TripAdvisor said, my B&B lady was the sweetest, most welcoming person you could want. And really, everybody was. Everyone talked to me. I had a conversation everywhere I went. It was kind of amazing. I talked to lots and lots of people. But not about everything. That’ll be later, too.


Answer to the last post’s teaser: the cake is called Fifteen because it includes 15 of several ingredients. It’s a traditional traybake (bar cookie) in Northern Ireland.

(These houses face the sea but they’re mostly empty… I wanted to buy one and eat fish and chips the rest of my life).


More to come…



Morrissey – Everyday Is Like Sunday

 
 

Well now you’re only fifteen

Filed under : Food,Travel
On March 26, 2012
At 7:33 pm
Comments : 2

I don’t even know what this thing is. I ate around the marshmallow thingies. Also the cherries. And anything else.

(title is the hint….)

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Won’t you join me in a bowl of apple tart and custard?

Filed under : Food,Travel
On March 25, 2012
At 2:49 pm
Comments : 2

I’m having a little bit of trouble typing for reasons that will be explained later but I thank you for the comments which shall also be answered later, I promise!

In the meantime, will we all fit in there?

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Hold that thought

Filed under : Reasons to be cheerful,Travel
On March 23, 2012
At 12:45 pm
Comments : 4

I’ll have more to say about the trip and about the Happy Thoughts project, now that it’s over, later this week. But right now, all I have the energy to say is this:

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Have a great weekend and thanks for sharing the happy.

 
 

In the misty mornin’ fog

Filed under : Music,Reasons to be cheerful,Travel
On March 22, 2012
At 2:30 pm
Comments : 5

In my time providing password hints to the million+ websites which require you to have one, I have shared many bits of info about my life: street I grew up on, mother’s maiden name, favorite movie, first job, first pet’s name (I did have a goldfish, you know), etc. And there are many I have seen that I chose not to utilize: first car, spouse’s whatever, etc. But never in my life have I seen this idea… at least, not until Irish Rail.



Not to stereotype. *cough*

Anyway, here’s a happy song from a Northern Ireland native. Tomorrow, last day of Project Happy Thoughts and (groggy) arrival in another land. And then another land. And then a third land.

By the way, regarding the title, the fog was here. Crazy. But I hear they have some over there, too.