More of the life I don't deserve...

Since getting back from the castle, I've been getting back into my running routine. I was a little sore after this morning's run, but it helps me. The rhythm of running and the time of solitude just makes my day.

Peter and I planned to hang out today. We had no exact idea of what we wanted to do, and my only stipulation was that we keep walking to a minimum. So we went to Glendalough.

So yeah, we had to hike all the way to the top, but it was completely worth it. As you can see.

I'm not sure exactly how long the hike up took, but beautifulness everywhere.






At one point, we sauntered upon a thicket of pine trees. The "first smell of Christmas" we decided. It had rained during the night and drizzled throughout the morning, so the scent was intensified without other smells to dilute it. Like any mature 20-somethings, we played hide-n-seek.

Fun.


Eventually, we made it to the top. A-mazing.

Even here in Ireland there are times when life gets to be mundane. Daily tasks, responsibilities and what not. I haven't had a whole lot of that, but the monotany exists at times. Times like these, taking in the 360 degree view, I'm reminded of where I am. And how much I love it.

This is me on top of the world. Literally and in a slightly deeper way.


This is Peter.


Wandering off the stone-paved trail, we went out toward the edge of one of those glorious hills. Just enjoyed the place. All that God has done in that corner of the world. No time. No noise. Except the occasional tourist children trailing behind their group. Good time.

Part of the way down, a waterfall followed along beside the trail.


Glendalough is another one of those places that I'll be going back to. Frequently if I can. A sobering thought: I have less than ten weeks left here. Among these hills, and the people. Oh the amazing people. So I'll keep hiking up hills, even when my legs are tired. Making the most of every moment.

Tomorrow I start my internship! I'll be going into the Immigrant Council on Tuesdays and Thursdays for the rest of the semester. Between sitting in on interviews with internationals new to Ireland, researching, and hopefully doing some writing, the days will be full. There will be stories, lots of stories, to come with all of this. And I love stories.