Well we are having a wee rest today after a very long and hard day yesterday. Yesterday was the pilgrimage around the island. It was a six to seven mile hike that lasted from about 10:15 until 4:00. It was over rocky crags and through many a sloshy bog. (David, your shoes are now well worn in. Particularly the right one, as it went ankle deep into one of the bogs. Don't fear I'll clean them off before I return them to you.) But the pilgrimage was really wonderful. The weather was beautiful. We had lunch at Columba's bay. This is the bay that St. Columba first landed on in the 500-something. He was travling by leather bound boat called the Coracle from Ireland. We had tea and flapjack on this beautiful open green that is now a golf course but an awfully difficult one. At one point on the course one has to use steps to get over a fence to get to the next hole. Plus you are constantly having to avoid the sheep that are grazing on the course. As to flapjacks, they are hard to describe. They seem close to a homemade granola bar but they are sweeter. They were quite tasty.
The schedule is quite full here, which to me is a bit of a problem. They don't really invite you into rest very much. They say that everything is option but they never just schedule empty time. Even the rest day today has something in each bit of time. So I skipped something this morning to take a nap and to do this writing. And to be sure there is plenty of time for me to do some knitting.
We went to a ceilidh, pronounced Ka-Lee, the other night. (In gaelic I'm finding that they sometimes just throw in letters for sport. Why does it need a "d"?) It is a Scottish dance party. You have a caller and dance Scottish reels and country dances. It was fun despite the fact that most people didn't really know the dances and ended up stepping all over each other.
Tonight is the concert or talent show. Chris and I are singing with a pair of English old women, Old Age Pensioners, OAPs. I don't know what we are singing. I'm fairly certain it is a funny song one of the women has written.
There is a group of American students who have been living in Belfast for the past year here with us this week. They are nice but also kind of loud, typical noisy Americans. The is one guy and I like him but the women in the group can be a little annoying.
Alright, I should stop now. I've already spent 50p-roughly $1. I still have to look up where the smurfs originated and if there was another girl smurf besides smurfette. Chris and two of the Netherlander men were having a discussion about this just a bit ago. Chris insisted that I was wrong about there being more than one girl and I need to prove that I do actually know something.
Cheers!
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The Smurfs originated in Belgium (where they are called Schtrumpfs - talk about throwing in extra letters for sport!). Sorry to tell you, I'm pretty sure Smurfette was the only female, although I heard that they are adding more females for the new Smurf special (tv? movie? books? I can't remember) which is coming out in honor of some big anniversary of their original appearance. I'm looking forward to it, since I love the Smurfs!
SO here's a random question (hope you're having fun btw), I hear they don't have ice readily available in the UK and that every drink is served tepid. If that's true, then you should order a sweet tea somewhere and demand ice, just to be difficult. Why? because I think it would be devilishly fun.
only one female smurf -- I know because I used to collect the little people from Arby's happy meals and I was always disappointed that there was only one girl.
So with all those sheep, can you pick up some really nice organic yarn?
oh, and there was one time when there appeared to be another female smurf, but it was really Gargomel (or his cat) in disguise.
I'm pretty sure there was another female smurf - red hair - whose name was sassy smurf. I think.
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