Friday, October 17, 2014
We had an amazing tour guide, our friend Liz who is living in Ireland for two years. She knew all the cool places and how to find ones she hadn't been to before.
The Priory of St. John the Baptist
Our first ruins were ones that we just happened upon. The Priory of St. John the Baptist was a hospital founded in the 13th century by the Crutched Friars. There was clearly a chapel there, but also rooms that would have served for taking care of the sick.
Our next stop was Trim Castle. This one is a tourist attraction, so it included many other people and a guided tour. It's claim to fame is that Braveheart was filmed here. I found it pretty funny considering the movie is all about Scotland and England. Patrick was most amused at the man selling entrance tickets and asking everyone to put their gum in the trash.
The area includes the mail castle and several other ruins around the castle. They also had a castle tour. The photo above is a view from the back of the castle. Over to the right, you can see the stairs into the castle. We started our tour at those steps. The tour guide told us all about the history of the castle and some interesting tidbits about castle life in the middle ages. We were grateful for modern conveniences like toilets and clean clothes after learning that they would hang the clothes over the place where the human waste was so the ammonia would get rid of the lice on the clothes. We were also reminded that when everyone stinks, you just quit smelling it.
Our next stop was the neolithic tombs, but we found out that they had already sold all the tickets for the day, so we missed it. We enjoyed the drive though and one of the docents gave us some great tips on other places to look for that afternoon.
St. Mary's Abbey in Duleek
We were told that Duleek Abbey would be a great place to see more Celtic crosses and ruins. The only catch is that it's not called Duleek Abbey. We had a little bit of a time finding it, but it was well worth it once we got there. There was quite a lot of intact ruins, easy to walk and climb around, and there were some teenagers hanging out drinking in the area. One of the things we noticed here and in many places in Ireland is how much littering there is. In a public place like St. Mary's Abbey, we would expect it to be very clean, but that's not the case there. It was actually a little shocking.
We loved the carvings, the headstones, and the bell tower. We also enjoyed talking to the girls that were surprised to meet "real Americans" at the Abbey.
We had to go see the celtic crosses at Monaster Boice. This is where some of the largest ancient celtic crosses are found. They're all in the cemetery of the church. We were pretty impressed.
Our next stop was Mellifont Abbey and it was one of the largest of the ruins we saw. The original church had clearly been quite large. I also found this to be one of the most beautiful ruins. I just loved it.
Our last stop for the night was Skryne Tower since it was getting dark. The views were lovely and we watched the sun set here.
After the sun had set, we headed through a stile to leave and ran into a local gentleman who was also delighted to meet Americans. He was a bit lit and went on and on about every conspiracy theory in America. It was hysterical and rather delightful to hear him go on. He talked about those folks who bombed Iraq as "toting bananas" among others that he thought fit that description. We were entertained for quite some time before we all moved on.
... and that was our second day in Ireland.
Wednesday, September 17, 2014
Once we go the rental car, I was completely on edge, telling myself over and over to stay on the left (stay on the left, stay on the left) over and over. Patrick was tasked with staying alert and making sure I stayed in my lane as well.
What I did not anticipate was how difficult it would be to gauge where I was in relation to the far left side of the car (and the cars parked along that side of the road). There's a reason that the left side of every immigrant's car is scratched up in Ireland. It's also the reason that rental car companies do not let you opt out of insurance coverage. I think it took almost a week before feeling like I really knew how close I was to the parked cars on the left. I don't remember having to learn this when I started driving, but I assume that I did. Maybe everything was so new at that point that I just didn't identify that particular part of the newness.
Our first week was spent in Dublin with only a little driving between our guest house and our friend's house, which was only about three miles. Once we left Dublin, it was real driving every day.
For anyone planning a trip to Ireland or the UK, don't be too afraid of the driving. It's not too difficult to get the hang of it, as long as you keep thinking about it. I also recommend public transportation in the bigger cities. The problem with Ireland is that there aren't great connections to get to smaller towns if you don't have a car. And you have to see the beauty of the countryside. It is not to be missed.
Sunday, March 30, 2014
Macaroni and Cheese6 tablespoons butter
½ cup all-purpose flour
4 cups milk
2 teaspoons kosher salt
¼ teaspoon black pepper
¼ teaspoon cayenne pepper
6 cups grated cheese (you can use a variety of cheeses or all sharp cheddar)
1 pound elbow macaroni
½ cup plain bread crumbs
You can easily divide this recipe in half; use an 8x8 pan if you do.
Heat the oven to 375°. Cook macaroni al dente.
Melt butter in a high-sided skillet over medium heat. When butter bubbles, add flour. Cook, stirring, for 1 minute. Slowly pour milk into flour-butter mixture while whisking. Continue cooking, whisking constantly, until the mixture bubbles and becomes thick. Remove the pan from the heat. Stir in salt, black pepper, cayenne pepper, 5 cups cheese.
Stir cooked macaroni into the reserved cheese sauce.
Pour the mixture into a 9x13 pan. Sprinkle remaining 1 cup cheese and scatter bread crumbs over the top. Bake until browned on top, about 30 minutes. Transfer dish to a wire rack to cool for 5 minutes; serve.
Thursday, July 28, 2011
Wednesday, May 04, 2011
May 1st was the Vancouver Marathon weekend. They also included a half-marathon, 10K, and children's race. My "big goal" for this year was to run in the half-marathon -- 13.1 miles/21.1 km. My journey started 18 months ago. At the time, I couldn't run a mile. In fact, I had never run a mile in my entire life. I was the sorry girl walking around the track in 9th grade PE when we were supposed to run the mile. I really wanted to change that though, so I hired a trainer and told him that I wanted to be able to run a mile. It took about two months to get me there, then on February 14th, 2010, I ran my first 5K. And I mean that I ran the entire race. I'd been in several 5K's before, but this was the first time I had run the entire 3.1 miles. I was thrilled!
I then made the goal to do a sprint distance triathlon in August of 2010. I did that, and then another on the same course in September. It felt great to be able to finish those races and to continue to run 5K's. Then I needed another goal. I had several friends, including my physician, who all signed up for the Vancouver race. It was great to hear about everyone's training and progress along the way. I continued working with my trainer to help build my endurance, and Patrick ran with me all the way. He can run a lot faster than I can, but he still stays with me every time we run.
On Friday night, we headed out to Vancouver. It was an easy trip across the border and we arrived at our hotel around 9:30 that evening. On Saturday, we took a walk around China town and then headed to the expo to pick up our packets with bibs and timing chips. We ran into Kathleen and her family and Dr. Bowers and his wife. It was great to see them and share the excitement. After that, Patrick and I went and got dim sum for lunch and then did a little shopping before heading back to the hotel for some relaxation. We didn't do much, because Patrick was having a bad backache and we really wanted that to subside before the race. We had dinner at a fantastic Italian restaurant in Yaletown called Lupo. We walked there and enjoyed the lovely evening, wonderful food, and comfortable walk. We turned in early, because race time would be bright and early at 7:00.
On Sunday morning, we got up early and ate a light breakfast before heading to the race start. It was about a 10 minute walk from our hotel, which included a bunch of stairs. It was an easy walk there, but I realized it would be a killer hike back. We hung back at the start line because we (and when I say "we", I mean me) run pretty slow. The race actually started just a bit before 7:00 and we ran over the starting line right at 7:00. The first few kilometers were easy and we got in the groove of the run. There were bands every so often along the way and a lot of people cheering at different spots that were easy for spectators to get to. The first half of the race was great! When we hit the half-way point, it was 1:25 in and I was excited to think that I would come in under 3:00. Even though there was a big hill in front of us, I didn't think it would slow me down by more than 10 minutes.
That was before the G.I issues started. I've NEVER had any problems when running before, but I guess the excitement and stress of the first 1/2-marathon was just more than my body could take. The trouble started just after the half-way mark and right at the beginning of the uphill climb. By the time I got to the top of the hill, I'd walked most of the way up and was in distress. Fortunately, there were bathrooms (real public restrooms -- not port-o-potties!) and I ended up spending way too much time in there. Patrick waited for me by running back and forth so he wouldn't seize up. I, on the other hand, really lost my groove.
After I got back to the run, we had a steep downhill portion of the race. I found out that this is why I should have spent more time training on hills. By the time I got to the bottom of the hill, my hips were killing me and I was not doing well. I ended up having to walk a little more at that point (about 1/2 kilometer) then got back to the running. I had already lost so much time that I wanted to push myself, but there just wasn't much extra in the tank. I ran again until about the 18 km mark and walked another 100 meters there, then picked up the pace and ran the rest of the way in. I didn't push too hard until I could see the finish line. We came around a bend and the finish was less than a quarter mile away. At that point, I put on the gas and sprinted to the finish line. It felt awesome! I was so glad to be done. The final time was 3:14, so I definitely lost the momentum I had early on in the run.
After we left the finish line area, we ran into Dan and Holly who had both finished before us. That's when we took pictures of each other holding up our medals. That's one medal I'm really proud to have earned. It was so great to see friends at the finish line and share the joy. Once the running was over, the pain started though. Patrick and I started toward the hotel and both of us just laughed when we saw the steps. You would have laughed if you'd seen us too. We looked like a couple of 100-year old ladies climbing those silly steps. I think that may have been the hardest part of the race! After that, we got back to the hotel and did a lot of stretching before and after cleaning up. We really wanted to feel better, but 13.1 miles of pounding the pavement had taken its toll.
Later in the afternoon, we met up with our friends for a celebration lunch. It was great to hear everyone's stories of the race and talk about our next goals. Even though I said I would only do one 1/2-marathon, I really wanted to finish in less than 3 hours, so I feel like I need a do over. That's why, in spite of my better judgement, I'm signed up for another 1/2-marathon in June.
Friday, January 28, 2011
When I saw these I couldn't resist.
It's not quite the same as at Granny and Papa's house, but I think they look pretty cool on my bulletin board.