The rest of the weekend (this is still only my second weekend in Dublin I am writing about, by the way) yielded little more than sleeping, eating, movie watching on my laptop, a little writing, and Internet time, with one notable exception:
On Saturday my landlady, Phyl (short for Phyllis, but she doesn’t like being called Phyllis for some reason), invited me to have dinner with her and some family that would be coming by that evening. This ended up being a 16th birthday party for her granddaughter and turned into a very nice time. Phyl has three daughters and a son. Two of her daughters were there, Laura and Karen, Karen’s husband and two children (one the birthday girl), Phyl’s sister, myself, and Phyl. Karen is a wonderful cook and put together a very nice chicken curry dish. Cake and presents came after, of course, and some great craic (I spelled this wrong before – it’s a Gailic word, but it sounds just like crack).
It wasn’t a big event, but it was great for taking a little of the edge off the loneliness of being here by myself. It would have been a lot harder for me if I had been in a hotel or hostel by myself for these first few weeks.
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