Wednesday, November 04, 2009

Revelations, true friendship and change






When you live your life 'flying' from one corner of the earth to another on a constant basis you begin to lose sight of what is truly real and important. Many definite my life thus far as exotic, and maybe it is. But this has also meant that there has been little chance to always value the most basic things in life.
It has been a tough four months for me for various reasons that I won't bore you with, but it has also been a time to really reflect on what is really important to me. I have realised that above all my family, with all their peculiarities and quirks, are the most valuable thing in my life. It may involve hard work, and frustration at times, but my keeping them in life makes me happy.
I am beginning to appreciate the extraordinary in the ordinary. Jetting off for weekends, having fabulous places to visit and searching for the exotic. But the exotic can be right there in front of me all the time. Jumping on my bike on a Sunday morning and heading up to Enniskerry, and holding the six week old baby of one of my closest friends - these make me smile. It is not that jumping on a plane is not truly exciting (aside of the fear :-)) it is just that I have begun to learn that there is excitement in the everyday as well. I may not want to live in Ireland for the rest of my life, but it is my home for the present and is a place which has always been close to my heart.
I want to end with a fairytale. One of the people that I am closest to in the world got married last Thursday, and I had the honour of being a part of the wedding. It is was during the speeches that I realised that I was witness to true fairytale love. I thank Caitriona and Tim for that.
There are no ordinary moments.

Thursday, September 10, 2009

Millstreet and two of my favourite chicas


Caitriona and Gillian in front of the second oldest stone-circle in Europe (after stonehenge)


Who said you can't waltz in wellies???


Dinner in Gaby's in Kilarney


Cait and I with my perfect man - Michael Collins


Gillian and Caitriona before the Muckross performance

So I finally made it down to Millstreet after years of threatening to do so! It was a wonderful few days of laughing, eating and catching up. Sean and Gillian have the most fabulous house, and I can't wait to play the giant chess set in the garden :-) On the Monday we went into Kilarney and ate in the best seafood restaurant where the food just kept coming. On Tuesday night Cait had to leave us, but I had the wonderful opportunity of accompanying Gillian and her band of bagpipers to Muckross to play for a group of American tourists; and despite the rain it was very entertaining indeed! The night ended with a fabulous fire made by Sean, and an analyses of all the dresses and Newbridge silverware.

Monday, June 08, 2009

Images of a modern Gulf city - Abu Dhabi

Rather than give you a synopsis of my 10 days in Abu Dhabi, I decided that I would post some of the images of the city and what they mean to me. I had my first encounter with the capital of the United Arab Emirates in 1991 when we lived in Al Ain (a small oasis 200 km east. It has changed much in the past 18 years - one major change is the sheer volume of people


The 'modern' skyline - I wish I hd the same view from 1989...


The breakwater during the day with the massive Marina shopping mall. The entire area is reclaimed land using sand from the desert


The only small buildings which survive are the traditional mosque, dwarfed by the modern buildings


The seven star Emirates palace


The constant construction


The 'old' and the new building stand side by side. But many of the 'old' building - which are only about 15 years old - are being knocked down and replaced at a rapid rate.


Strange buildings appear - this one a venetian style. But people who live in this building - which is 2 years old - complain of dampness, smells and bad workmanship


My favourite small cheap and cheery Indian restaurant.


The thali - the food never ends and it costs a mere 2 euro


Mr. Anand who loves to feed me


A sneaky picture of a local family in their 'traditional' dress. This way of dresses is adapted from the traditional Bedouin dress, but only became common in the late 1980s when locals felt they needed to differentiate themselves from expats


Enjoying a shisha (hubbly bubbly pipe) on the breakwater. This was a regular hangout spot when I lived in Abu Dhabi

Sunday, May 24, 2009

The last couple of crazy months...


Ruthie and I the day we finished our last presentation


Ruth and Karen hard at work in our room in UCD


Michael with his books and his dinner


Blathnaid and Brian in Bourbon


Irene, Eugnen and I at dinner in Bourbon in Belfast

It seems years since I got back from Las Vegas! In actual fact it is just under two months since I returned from the city of bright lights and surreality. Tomorrow morning I head off to sunnier shores to attend a global studies conference and to chill with my mum - I cannot wait! But before I leave I felt that my poor neglected blog deserved some attention. So here goes a summary of the last two months:
The first word that springs to mind is moodle (for those of you who are not in the Irish academic system, this is a computer programme where the students get all their course work and submit all their assignments online. Most of April and the first ten days of May were spent grading assignments on moodle and answering lots and lots of students emails complaining about these grades! It makes me feel old, but I don't think any of my crew in college would have had the nerve to tell the lecturers or the tutors that they were WRONG!!! It is definitely an eye opener into the 'youth of today'.
The rest of the time was spent trying to do assignments for my modules in UCD. We follow an American structured PhD system were we have to complete a certain number of credits by taking courses and writing papers. But they got done, as did the final presentation to the department on the 8th of May.
But it was not all work I promise. Moments that stand out are dinner with Ruanne and Michael, where Michael got through the first two chapters of book 6 of the Harry Potter series - I am so proud of him. There was a trip to Cork which I was told involved a conference, but I had a great time hanging with great ladies and drinking cocktails with geographers from all over the world. On the academic front I also got to hear Edward Soja speak - one of the fathers of the 'third space' and a great speaker. The Shawshank Redemption stage play based on Stephen King's novel debuted in Dublin, and myself, Alison, Cait and Ruanne had the pleasure of being in the audience. It was the most fantastic play I have ever seen. The book was made to be a stage play, and I say this despite the movie being one of my favourites.
The final high point was just this weekend when Cait, Blathnaid and I went shopping in Belfast for the bridesmaid dresses for the big wedding in October. We found the perfect dress for both of us, but you will all have to wait till October to see what it is like :-)
So a tough couple of months work-wise, but some wonderful moments surrounded by dear old friends and wonderful new friends.

Tuesday, March 31, 2009

Las Vegas baby...


The Grand Canyon - one of them most amazing places I have ever been and so made up for the absurdity of Las Vegas...


Vegas by night


Clionadh, Kristie and I on Freemount street


Casinos everywhere!!!


Yum - best cheesecake ever


Jamie learns to gamble


The Irish pub in New York New York

It has seemed a bit absurd to me since the early days of the November that I was going to a geography conference in Las Vegas. The sense of absurdity never waned as the time approached ever more near. In fact the day of my departure took me almost completely by surprise as I had barely dried my clothes post Slovenia!
The flight was long and involved a stop in Atlanta Georgia, but I sat next to a very nice older American lady who quizzed me on Irish mythology and beer. I really have very little recollection of the first night and arrival in Vegas, as the jetlag had really set in by the time we got there. The bus from the airport seemed to be surrounded by lights and sounds – but again that really is Vegas for you.
I woke up my first day starving having not eaten in almost 24 hours, and so I made my way down to the hotel diner. The food tasted heavenly due to the hunger, but the bill was shocking – I thought the US was supposed to be cheap compared to Europe! In my jetlagged state I registered for the conference and attended two session which seemed to go by in a daze. I went to a really kitschy restaurant that evening where I was treated to 10 egg omelettes – it was no wonder I could only eat 1/3 of it!

I had decided earlier on Sunday that I needed to get out and see the desert and the area outside of Vegas as so far I just felt overwhelmed. So on Monday I set off on the Grand Canyon Skytours trip. It involved a drive out to Boulder, the city built purely for the workers who built the famous Hoover dam; and then from there we went by small aircraft across the desert to the Western part of the Grand Canyon. The landscape below was amazing, and the following 3 hours wandering around the edge of the Canyon cannot possibly be put into words. I sat on a rock for an hour and a half gazing across the Canyon and the desert beyond, feeling suddenly very insignificant in the grand scheme of things. I also had a brief vision of becoming a geologist or physical geographer as the landscape just dwarfed anything I had ever seen, but then I love labour markets too much ☺ That evening I had dinner in a Mexican restaurant in the famous Venetian hotel with Clionadh and some of her American friends.
Tuesday brought more sessions and a wander a short ways up Las Vegas Boulevard. I started to meet some people, and form a clearer picture of what the AAG was really about – extreme networking fever! On Tuesday night I went up with Jamie to see the absurd sophistication that was the Wynn hotel where she was staying. I say crazy sophistication for lack of a better description – it was plush, red with lights and velvet everywhere, but in any other city it would have been far too much.
Wednesday was D-day, and my presentation. I think the day went ok, but for the true impression you will have to ask an audience member. Wednesday night took myself, Clionadh and Kristie to Freemount street via the extremely high Stratosphere. Standing gazing out over the view from the 104 floor over the city was when I decided that I had to just take Vegas for what it was – a crazy alternative universe of lights and playtime.
Thursday was more sessions followed by an evening in a real genuine Japanese restaurant for sushi. I was in heaven as we dug into the largest plate of sushi rolls ever.
Clionadh left early Friday morning, and since the conference was almost at a close, Jamie and I decided to live it up in Vegas for a day. It was to Ceasers and the Forum shops for hours of admiring the fabulousness of the clothes while at the same time trying to understand the spatial structure of Vegas and its workers. Our meandering lead us into the Christian Lecouix designer shop where for some reason the British lady in charge decided to have a little fun and let us try on the dresses. I tried on the most amazing $7,860 dress and decided that if I ever got married this was the dress for me! Jamie tried on not one but three dresses, and for a brief 5 minutes we assumed to calculate what we might give up to own one of the dresses before returning to reality and waking from the haze of Vegas! I was also introduced to Anthropologie, the shop not the discipline and a new love affair has begun. I love that in the US I can ask for a size 6 and then say oh dear sorry too big can I have a 4!
Then for a high point of the afternoon – The Cheesecake Factory where a picture can only truly do the perfection of the product justice! New York New York, a rollercoaster, 2 dollars in the slot machines, a wander around ‘Paris’ and a study of the Mexican undocumented workers handing out ‘dancing girls’ shows ended the Vegas Day experience.
So for my general impression: I will never return to the city of lights and play (well unless of course its for the dress!) but I have to say I am glad in a crazy way to have seen it for myself. It exists on an alternative level of consciousness – one that you forget as soon as the plane takes off. I can only equate it to a gambling version of Dubai in terms of cultural and architectural absurdity.
It was interesting to be back in the US after an eight-year gap, and has enabled me to re-understand some of the ‘constructs’ that exist for the people of that nation. Not that Vegas is in any way the rest of the US, but the people you meet remind one of some of the elements, and in truth make me want to see more of the ‘real’ country outside the casinos of the 3100 Boulevard.

Thursday, March 19, 2009

Three countries in a week


The marketplace in Lubljana


Tito still dominates Velenjie


Ruth and I on the border between Slovenia and Croatia before eating dinner


The caves


The amazing mushroom soup


View over the city of Zagreb


The roofs of Koper


The ladies of waiting in Trieste


Enjoying the coffee of Pilan


Lake Bled

My first proper geography field trip, and three new countries; all this and I had no idea of what to expect. In the past twenty years we have all heard about the Balkans and the former Yugoslavia. Slovenia and Croatia would appear to have fared the best of the former Yugoslavia countries, with Slovenia's fight termed the Velvet Revolution due to the lack of bloodshed. Slovenia is also often referred to as the economic success of the states, where employment figures are relatively low, and immigration is almost 0%. Now that you have the historical and economic context for the details of the trip! To cover the entire week I would have to write a 20,000 word essay, and none of you would have the time to read it; so I divide the account into sections:

Cities:
We were mainly based in Lubljana, the capital of Slovenia, but we also visited the capital of Croatia, Zagreb; the port city of Koper, the planned city of Vilenje and the medieval towm of Putj in Slovenia, and Trieste at the Southern most part of Italy. Each city held different interest points for me, and I would have to say that I enjoyed them all in very different ways.
Lubljana is pristine and reminded many of us of a movie set rather than a city – that is the central area, not the entire city. The areas surrounding the central zone were fascinating and completely different. We toured some of the socialist blocks built between the late 1940s and the early 1980s. Lubljana also has a very unique periphery where the rural and the urban simply merge. On one side are the towering blocks and on the other are the rolling farmlands. There was even the situation of the famer who refused to move, and now lay in the shadow of the buildings. The farmers make a good living out of selling their fresh produce in the daily market in the city centre.
Vilenje was amazing, not in the beautiful ‘conventional’ sense, but it perfect symmetry is so powerfully moving. The towering statue of Tito remains standing in the city’s central square, a symbol to the remnants of socialism that still lie beneath the city’s new place in capitalist Slovenia. In Vilenje one is hard pushed to find the names that we have grown so accustomed to seeing in many cities around the world. Someone pointed out that even the ladies lingerie shop contained purely ‘functional’ items, with no room for the frills.
Putj could not have been more of a contrast later that day. A medieval town, no blocks frame its skyline. Instead the town flows out from the perfectly in tact medieval town. The winding cobbled streets draw the pedestrian back in time. The medieval town reminded me very much of La Cite in Carcassonne for those of you who have been there, but without the tourists. Putj seems a forgotten gem in the Slovenian landscape; in a country digesting the economic and political shifts there seems no room for the cultural past.
Zagreb is vibrant and alive; and a city of cafes specifically designed for hours of people watching. People were everywhere, and the shops and market place was buzzing with life. The 18th century area felt like it had been transported from Vienna, which was not surprising as the architects had all been trained there. It was only on the top of the medieval city that one finally was drawn to the skyline of socialist blocks on the horizon.
A couple of days stay away from our base in Lubljana involved visits to the two port cities of Koper and Trieste in Italy. Koper is a gem on the side of the Adriatic sea. A growing city of sea trade, with only a border dispute confining its continued growth in importance. The socialist blocks on the waters edge, a symbol across the water to the once ‘foreign’ Italian coast, were icons that left me speechless. The staff of Koper, who then accompanied us to Trieste, were also inclined to leave some of us speechless with their knowledge and charm.
Trieste, the home of Illy coffee, is a tribute architecturally to the diverse cultures of its shores, and of the region in general. The city itself though seems to be in a slow decline, suffocated by the regional nature of the Italian political system. I see an interesting future in what was termed ‘the new immigration wave’, but that investigation is for a future date.
The night of the port city tours was spent in the wonderful peninsula gem of Pilan. A city of narrow tunnels, breathtaking views, and a sleepy disposition; although I am told it is a major tourist destination in the summer.

Landscapes:
As we were on a general geography fieldtrip we had the physical as well as the urban and cultural geography to digest. The fantastic underground caves of Postojna were our first destination. The undergrounds network weaves for miles and contains some of the most breathtaking rock formations including massive stalactites and stalagmites. The caves were formed thousands of years ago as the water of the river cut through the rocks leaving its mark. We also visited the lake of Cerknicawhere the same underground cave formation process was going on beneath our feet.
The peninsula of Istria is one of the richest regions of modern day Croatia, but there sometimes seemed to be little evidence of this. The limestone hills covering the majority of the region provides little opportunity for agriculture, and the housing market opportunities for foreign investors seems to be a major source of the regions income.

Food:
Obviously I ate – a lot!! I just wanted to mention a number of items and places that left their culinary mark on me. We visited two farms during the course of the week. The first was on the South Eastern border with Croatia, where one could stand and eat in two countries at once. The food was amazing and all grown or raised on the local farm. The second place is also a farm, but this time just outside the Slovenian tourist town of Bled. The local farmer has made his farm into an organic farm, where people can stay, work and eat on the farm. The final mention is for a very special bowel of soup that I had in Zagreb. It was fantastic mushroom soup (not as good as yours Anna obviously!), but the best part was it came in a bread bowl – yes the bowel was entirely made of dough!

People:
I went with 35 other people – 31 of whom were 3rd year undergraduate geography students. I believe that all 36 of us thoroughly enjoyed each other’s company during the course of the week, adding that little extra spice into the already fantastic time we were having.
With regard to the people we meet along the way – the various staff members from the three universities were a wealth of information. The people of Slovenia and Croatia are both welcoming and so hospitable. Everyone was always so willing to engage with us all, and were interested by us at the same time.

So in sum, IT WAS A FANTASTIC EYE OPENING EXPERIENCE. These are just a few of the pictures - for the full album see facebook.

Saturday, March 07, 2009

The big 30


There always seems to be crazy pictures of Ilse and I....


Ireland gets some Sunday morning snow - this is my home street.


Molly has more than she can carry in her cart!


I hit 30 and decide that posing is a good thing!!!


And there is of course always one of Cait and I


Ahh aren't we sweet....


The cozs, Paddy, Shadia and Alison


Friends old and new Valentines day


My Dhaka chicas


Wine tasting


The castle by night


And the posing continues...


Anna and I


Sitting on the old bridge with the castle in the background.

Yes I know that it is now March, and that my birthday was two weeks ago but life always seems to take over blog writing time. I am off to Slovenia tomorrow on a third year geography trip and decided that it was a priority to update my blog before embarking on a new adventure. Well I can safely say that I had the most fantastic 30th birthday a girl could ask for, and the celebrations were spread out over the course of three week.
The first weekend, the 7th of February, involved some of my peeps jetting over from the UK for a bit of fun and catching up in Dublin. We had a fantastic weekend of eating, the theatre and of course shopping! Even the snow on Sunday which chilled the air, could not dampen the wonderful catching up. The record achieved at the weekend should be carefully noted - how many pairs of shoes can a group of 5 ladies buy??????
Weekend number two, and it was Valentines day. I had about 14 dates and the location was The Long Stone pub. It was so lovely to catch up with old friends, and have them meet new friends. I did not even show my age as we danced in 4 Dame Lane until 3 and then went for the best pizza in town (although they refused us wine!). This was night I also decided that my 30s would be the decade when I would no longer be camera shy, and began an evening of posing! I'm not sure how long this endeavor will last, but it was fun at the time.
The third lot of celebrations, including the big day itself, took place in Carcassonne in the South of France. I know I am spoilt, to have the wonderful option of saying I woke up in the shadow of a medieval city on the morn of my 30th birthday! Carcassonne was an international contingent, with Sarah the first to arrive all the way from Honduras. Given I had not seen her in two and a half years, this was an amazing fact. Anna arrived next, avoiding Ryanair by flying via Munich. Anna and I left Bangladesh on the same flight back in June 2007, and we cannot seem to stop seeing each other since (I would not have it any other way). Alicia arrived from Dublin the following morning, after which we gorged ourselves on cheese and wine while we awaited Hanne Cecilie's arrival. HC abandoned me in Dhaka in August 2006, but seems to constantly be in my life - I love it.
With the first group safely within the walls of my mother's amazing house on Rue Trivalle we set out on our first wine tasting adventure. Along the road to Narbonne we not only supped on fabulous local red wine, but also managed to rate the wine makers - I got first choice being the birthday girl :-) Wednesday night lead us to the Le Stade - a wonderful restaurant up in medieval city where we enjoyed Spanish music and good food.
The big day arrived and began with ridiculous amounts of food - of course - before we set off first to Narbonne, and then on down the coast to Fitou. The sun was shinning, and the atmosphere was electric - apart from the occasional feelings of car sickness! The highlight of the day has to be the two ladies in the little town of Jean ?????, who asked what produce Tipperary made - what was it famous for? I told them it was cows and cheddar cheese - but shock horror they had never heard of cheddar cheese, and no French word seemed to cover it! We drove back from Fitou through the mountains as the sun dipped down over the horizon. The day ended with one of Anna's fantastic dinners - when I am famous I plan to hire her full time. I did stay up past 12, but the excitement of the day sent me to my bed earlier than the chicas would have liked.
Friday was the arrival of Caitriona and Jamie from Dublin to swell our group to a grand total of 7. We spent the day wandering within the walls of the medieval city, a great deal of which was spent in my favourite watch shop! The evening was Divine Comedy night, and the best pizza in town - best pizza in most towns I would say, but I am told I have never been to Italy.
Saturday and a course through the winding snow covered roads of the black mountains lead us to Albi. Home to the Catholics most pretentious symbol of their defeat of the Cathar heresy in the 13th century, the colossal building never fails to astound me. The trip home took an interesting turn, as my poor darling Anna feel ill and was unable to drive. We then discovered the need to always have a spare driver, and I wished for the ability to drive two cars at once! Sarah came to the rescue, driving a stick shift for only the second time in her life. But we made it home in one peace, and with a great story to tell.
Home was where the mushroom soup was! Anyone in Falun or Dhaka knows of the famous Gren mushroom soup, which featured on my blog in July 2007. We were treated to this delight with real Swedish mushrooms handpicked by Karin and Lars Gren - THANK YOU!
Sunday, and the sad farewell to two of our flock had to fly away and leave us. But no tears as it had been wonderful, and given that Anna and HC live in Europe there are too many catch ups to count. The weather had turned cold, and so we kept to the warmth of the middle floor of number 30; venturing out only for the most fantastic dinner imaginable. Just across the road and down the street about 200 metres is a small little restaurant run by two French ladies. The food was amazing, the music was wonderful and the deserts were incredible - need I say more!
Monday 6am, Sarah left - I questioned her as to why she always seems to leave me at ungodly early morning hours! The rest of the morning was the cleanup - much appreciation goes out to my irish crew for their hard work. And so ended a fabulous week in Carcassonne - a week of catching up, eating and generally just being too relaxed for words. Now if there is more of that after 30 I am set....