Irish Easter

The morning sun and I see eye-to-eye, and I dont' agree with it. Instead of writing my post overlooking the beach I'm sitting on my green comfy couch watching terrible music videos.

Unlike Canada's four-day easter holiday in Ireland it's treated like Christmas with two weeks off for school kids. With 'ques' outside my work doors before they even open I have a taste of the busy summer to come. Mental.

Even though I missed my traditional/Ukrainian fusion Easter dinner with my extended family and friends I had a lovely afternoon easter dinner at my family's holiday caravan up the road. Definitely missed the cabbage rolls though. The wine helped me forget though ;) Getting to know and becoming close with all my Irish family members has truly been icing.

Barry's Amusements (theme park) behind my building is up and running. I hear, on repeat, the butchered song, "we like to move-it move-it. WE. LIKE. TO. MOOOVE IT!" and what I can only assume is a two-ton baby laughing from my back patio (fire escape).

Last week my Fermanagh family came up with some friends to celebrate my moms cousins 50th. It was the type of evening you would see americanized in a film about Ireland I'm sure. (They played that song Galway Girl from PS, I Love You twice, and honestly most pubs I've gone to in this twon play it!) Just for being Canadian the two-man band invited me up to play the banjo in front of a crowded pub in Port Stewart. I think I'll always be proud of myself for being so awesome for that. No lie, the band must have been proud too as I later went up for an encore performance. I now think I could possibly go semi-professional at banjo playing. It was some good craic that night until venturing into the attached night club only to find that's where all the under 19 in the world were conjured. I tried to dance it off but couldn't help open-mouth staring at someone I probably resembled 10 years ago and had to leave.

On an unrelated note I've decided to take a couple weeks off the drink, which I've never had to consciously do but I think my physical body will benefit. After work yesterday sitting with people really enjoying their drink I thought I'd crack, but going strong! That just shows you how easy it is to drink in Ireland. It's like going out for coffee. My parents are proudly reading this I'm sure (or worried).