Settling Down
It hit me this week just how expensive things are here. Looking at the price sticker at the grocery store, you don't notice a big difference until you realize that for every £1 you spend, you're spending about $1.90. A safe estimate is to double everything. Talk about a good reason to be thrifty! I finally found a bottle of contact solution yesterday, but it cost me £9! Walmart, how I miss thee!
I'm settling into my third week of work, and it's okay. I really like the people in the office. The work is a bit monotonous, but that's to be expected. I'm just a lowly intern, after all. I've finished a few research briefs, so at least I have some sense of accomplishment.
On Friday, Ioana cooked a "French dinner" for Mary Ann, Samiyah, and all our Italian friends in return for the Italian dinner we had a few weeks ago. I believe we've started a tradition. This week Samiyah's making us all Pakistani food. Yum! Soon we'll have to have American night, though it might be kinda boring compared to the others. They sell mini-grills at the store, so maybe we'll cook burgers or something. Suggestions? What do you think of when you think of 'typical American food'?
Saturday, we rented two cars and the ten of us road tripped to Malin Head, Donegal. Our maps weren't the best, and we got a bit turned around. After hitting a dead end at the gate of a sheep pasture, we gave up trying to find Kinnagoe Bay. Thanks to our expert drivers we finally made it to Malin Head. It's the most northerly point in
Ireland. They say on a clear day you can see Scotland. Typical Irish weather kept us from seeing very far, but we got to explore the cliffs on the coast anyway. As you'll see from the pictures, we had to do a good bit of climbing. Here I have to add that I never want to hear any Pentecostal girl say that she can't do something because she's wearing a skirt. If I can climb up the side of a cliff in a jean skirt, so can you. Just be prepared for some skinned knees and scratches! Oh, and sore muscles...
I got to drive down the street a bit, on the wrong side of the road, and with a stick-shift. Thanks, Dad! Somehow I remembered how to NOT either kill the car, make bad noises, or give everyone whiplash. Sitting on the right side and driving on the left was the easy part.
I'd better get back to work, but here are some more pictures. I added comments to the other ones since I realized that knowing what the picture is of would probably be helpful.
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