Hannah is here....

Hannah is here! Unbelievable. For a few reasons really... One, because it forces me to mesh my life back home with what I've been living here. Two, because it means this particular time in Ireland is almost at its finale. And three, because Hannah is one of the best people in the world. Her presence challenges me, teaches me, and makes me feel happy. Plus she thinks I'm funny, so I like having her around.

She's only been here a day and she's already seen some of my favorite things here: my house, the Dart, Dalkey harbor, the Fry's... This list will grow. The past 3-4 months consist of a plethora of monumental experiences. (Even if they wouldn't seem that way to other people, they are to me.) For someone so close to me to see the place where much of it occurred... it means a lot. But I wouldn't want just anyway to see it, at least from my point of view. Because it is so deep and personal to me. Anyway... Here are some photos of what we've done so far.

After getting back from the airport, we went to the little health food store in Dalkey. We split a goat cheese and vegetable pita, which was amazing.


This last week here, Hannah and I are staying in a flat at adjacent to the Fry's. It has a little kitchen, a fire place, and lovely little table by a window where we ate breakfast. It felt so good to be back in conversation with Hannah again.


We took the bus into town. This picture verifies the words of a member of my homestay family: "You're the image of yourselves."


We just got back from visiting the National Gallery, a lovely museum of Irish art. Jack B. Yeats, the brother of W.B. Yeats, had a special exibit there. So good. Then Hannah and I had some soup before coming back to relax.


Tony, she misses you. I'm sure you miss her two. And family, I miss you. But will be seeing you soon.