So the Irish term for a good time is CRAIC (pronounced crack). If you ever get to Ireland and someone asks you if you've had some good craic, they aren't asking you if you've done drugs recently, they are just wondering if you've enjoyed yourself in any sense.
Last night, I had some good craic. In fact, so far this whole experience has been full of craic, but last night felt extra special.
Yesterday was my first class, and it started off great with a lecture in comedy on a beautiful sunny day. We played some theatre games, got up on our feet and got moving. Felt great. After that, I took a nap and woke up to an amazing sunset. After that, Kelly and I went to Mother Reilly's pub for a pint or two, and had the greatest Irish experience ever. You see, there are a lot less tourists in the area we are living, so we happened upon Tommy, Tommy, Derrick and Ronan. After a brief conversation about daylight savings time, kelly and I were invited to join their table. Ronan picked up his guitar, and magic took place. I got a bit weepy at this opportunity I have to be a part of this culture, to listen to Derrick sing, to realize this was just one of many moments I was going to have in the next year.
It's a traditional Irish pub, older than the US has been an established country no doubt, and it was full of this energy that has been accurately depicted in most stories and movies. They didn't necessarily play traditionals, but the songs were sung with such passion and force that is was hard not to fall in love with everyone around you.
Today has been a full day of class so far, and I've got one more left in the day. It's a bit drizzly today, but fairly mild in temperature. We discussed semiotics in theatre today. Very interesting. Made my head spin, which was a great feeling.
And one thing I would like to say:
If I can pack my crap up and move to Dublin in 2 months time, just think of what we're capable of in life. And be sure to surround yourself with support. It makes all the difference.
Much Love.
