Good Craic

Hiya! What about ye? Come 'ere, I had a wee chat with me mummy and daddy day past, so I did. We thought a blog on speaking Norn Irish would be class like. I've thought up all the words I can and put em down here for yous.  

'about ye? Hi, how are you? (This may or may not actually be meant to elicit a response)

alright (insert name here) often used as a greeting - it is still questionable as to whether you are expected to respond Ex: Alright Johnny?

amintah Am I not? Ex: I'm right, amintah?

aye yes, to show agreement Ex: Aye, so it did.

baltic cold Ex: It's baltic out there.

banjaxed ruined

bap bun or roll used for sandwiches (come in brown, floury, and other varieties)

bickie biscuit (actually a cookie)

bun/wee bun any pastry

butty sandwich

cheerio good-bye

chip s french fries

chippy fish and chips shop

class, flash, grand, smashing, brilliant, cracker all words meaning great or good Ex: He just got himself this flash computer...This scone is brilliant.

come 'ere listen up (I want to tell you something) Ex: Come 'ere, he just told me that he's seen your woman.

craic good time/fun Ex: The John Hewitt is great craic.

crisps potato chips (usually in flavors like Roast Dinner, Chicken and Thyme, Prawn Cocktail, or Cajun Squirrel - I'm not kidding - they think it's brilliant)

cuppa cup of tea or coffee Ex: I'll have another cuppa.

diary appointment book Ex: Let me just put you in my diary.

do my head in drive me crazy Ex: I was readin' it last night. Nearly did my head in.

Eejit pronunciation of the word idiot

fags/fegs cigarettes Ex: Can I bum a fag?

fillum film/movie Ex: I just saw that fillum!

foundered cold

fringe hair bangs

good craic A great time Ex: The John Hewitt is good craic.

happy enough Pleased Ex: Were you happy enough with today's meeting?

here's me often used to indicate to others that you are doing something Ex: Here's me done with my lunch.

hob stove

hole in the wall ATM

I'll do you! I'll kill you.

I'm away. I'm leaving Ex: I'm away at half three (3:30).

jumper sweater

lollipop man crossing guard Ex: The lollipop man was in a mood today.

lolly popsicle or lollipop

mingin, stinkin, mankin Stinking, rotten Ex: The chips were mingin.

Norn Iron Northern Ireland Ex: I just come from Norn Iron.

Peelers Cops Ex: The peelers are coming!

poke ice cream cone

scundered embarrassed Ex: I can't believe I did that. I'm right scundered.

shaaaap shop - never referred to as a store Ex: I'm heading up to the shaaap, need anything?

slagging making fun of Ex: They were slagging him of, like.

soda soda bread, not the drink (If you order a soda, they just might bring you bread.)

sure he isn't sure is often added to the beginning of a short phrase Ex: He's never been there, sure he hasn't.

sweeties any desserts

Ta, Cheers Thank you.

the black stuff Guinness Ex: Give me a pint of the black stuff there.

thingy what's his/her name Ex: I just talked to...thingy...this morning.

wee actually does mean small, but is attributed to pretty much anything Ex: I'll just grab a wee sandwich.

wick, naff stupid or useless Ex: That kettle's wick.

yer man/yer woman That man/that woman Ex: Yer man, William, gave me a lift.

This is all I can come up with for now. I'll do another one if I think of more. Look for an update on what I've been doing coming very soon. Miss you all and see you SOON!

Spring break pictures!

I know, two blog posts in one night...pretty lucky. I put up new pictures on Flickr. Take a look!

http://www.flickr.com/photos/36308618@N05/

Easter Parade!

Hello and Happy Easter! (A bit late, but I was thinking of you on the day just the same.)

It's time for my latest novel so I hope you're all ready. Grab yourself a cuppa and a bickie and let's get going!

This week has really been lived in the shadow of Easter. All the schools are out for two weeks, most businesses were closed on Monday and Tuesday, and some have been closed all week. They take their time off here whenever they can it seems. Not a bad outlook if you ask me... but I'll start back a bit further than this. 

The first topic of interest is that last Tuesday I went to see Evita at the Belfast Grand Opera House, and I LOVED it. I had never really seen the musical before other than snippets from the Madonna version, which just does not compare. The singing was phenomenal, particularly on the part of the woman who played Eva Peron, and the dancing was spectacular as well. The whole production was very well put together and I am so glad that I didn't miss it. Really, if you have never seen Evita, do when you get a chance. It was excellent. The building itself was gorgeous as well. The opera house was opened in 1895 in a distinctly Indian style with carvings of elephants adorning columns and ceiling. The building served as a cinema at one time, for which it was very ill-suited. It was also at risk of being demolished or being turned into a bowling alley before it was saved and refurbished for live theatre once more. It is a three-tiered auditorium, a little on the small side, but with not really a bad seat in the house. I was able to rush tickets with another girl from our flat.

Wednesday brought work on the streets of East Belfast once again. Ben, one of my flatmates, came by the East office in the late afternoon to talk to Andy a little bit about policing for his individual project. Andy led Ben and I around a tour of East Belfast before Ben went out on the streets with us. And look what we found...

This mural was painted over an older militaristic and violent paramilitary mural as an effort to better the community. C.S. Lewis was born and raised in East Belfast, a fact that I didn't know before. I was so excited to see my favorite author and my favorite book painted on a gable wall in Belfast!

Thursday was a day of training for me. I was able to receive the formal Restorative Justice training that every member of staff at Alternatives receives shortly after beginning employment. I learned a lot that I didn't already know and reinforced many of the things that I had already learned about restorative justice. It also helped me to begin shaping how I think things should look for the website that I am working on. 

We didn't have to work on Good Friday and it was a good thing because the weather was beautiful. We were able to spend some time outside. We walked to the store along the river to do some grocery shopping. However, we were surprised when we tried to leave the college to find that we were locked in. The big front gates were closed and locked and we had to hop over them in order to get out. They remained this way all through Easter, up until Tuesday. Stranmillis isn't the most convenient of places to live. They have strange hours and strange rules. That night Jordan, Iain, and I went down the road to Fisherwick Presbyterian Church for their Good Friday service. I think that was when the homesickness really started to kick in. We all missed our churches and our services at home...and we especially missed the people with which we attend those services. 

Saturday brought a day to sleep in for all of us. We woke up to beautiful sunshine and warm weather. Jordan and I made a trip into town to do some shopping and just to get out in the sunshine. We weren't very successful, but it was still a good time. When we got back we dyed Easter eggs! They don't dye eggs here. In fact, if you mention it to most people they will have no idea what you're talking about. I mentioned it at work today and they looked at me like I was crazy when I said that we boil eggs, dye them colors, and then hide them. When you sit down to think about it, it's probably not the most brilliant idea. But, like I said, they don't dye eggs here. Instead, they buy big bags of foil-wrapped chocolate eggs. These are the eggs the Easter Bunny hides on Easter morning. We're talking Cadbury Creme eggs or Cadbury Flake or Caramel. Or a Toblerone or KitKat GIANT egg. They take chocolate seriously. BUT, because we were missing home and because we wanted some semblance of a normal Easter and because who doesn't like to feel like they are five years old again?, we dyed eggs. There were only a couple of problems with our plan. One, we had to search long and hard to find dye (finally found it at a party supply store...it's probably only there for Americans like ourselves) and two, the eggs here are all brown, a fact we didn't think of until after we had purchased the dye. Thus, the eggs were really only dyed two colors - pink and kind of blue. They were probably one of the ugliest batches of Easter eggs you will ever see, but we had a great time making them. 

Sunday morning we all kind of split up to head to different churches for Easter. Jordan and I were looking for something traditional and lively. We decided to try St. Patrick's for 10:00 mass. It was a very traditional mass and none too lively. It really made me miss home. The church was beautiful, but the enthusiasm was greatly lacking. However, they did pass out candy at the end. It was actually a very weird feeling on both our walks into and out of town. We didn't see many people and those that we did see were not exactly in the Easter spirit. We saw very few Easter dresses and it felt like something was missing. I expected the city to be alive in celebration, but we found it rather deserted and almost dismal. Still, it was a beautiful day and I was rejoicing! Jordan and I stopped at the store on the way back to the flat to pick up some pan au chocolat to go with our Easter eggs. The afternoon was pretty laid back. We all rested and relaxed and I cooked the ham...

In trying to keep with more Easter traditions, we decided to have an Easter dinner on Sunday and pull from everyone's Easter meals. Thus, we decided to have ham, mashed potatoes, green beans, and rolls. I had never made ham before, but we decided to do a honey-glazed ham. It actually turned out quite tasty and our dinner was a success! After dinner there were strawberry shortcakes with delicious fresh berries. These are the simple things that I have missed so much while we've been here. We finished off the day with a movie altogether. It was a good day and it was fun to share it with good friends, but we were all left with pretty strong feelings of homesickness and I don't think it's really left yet, and likely it won't.

Today was the first day that I worked this week. It's been a good week to relax. We've been shopping, enjoying the weather while it was here, and just hanging out. I went for a run along the river the other day and it was beautiful. We went to a movie on Tuesday night that was about an IRA informant from Belfast. I'm not sure where it will be released in the states, but it should be coming sometime in mid-May. It's called 50 Dead Men Walking and stars Jim Sturgess and Ben Kingsley. It's quite graphic and would definitely not be recommended for anyone under the age of 17, but it shows a little bit about what life was like and still is to some degree in Northern Ireland. It's a little bit controversial because it really only gives one side and it has been changed from the original story, but I still think it is worth seeing. I also went to get my haircut and had a mini girls' day with Karen yesterday. 

In one exciting piece of news, Jordan and I found an Orange Order parade on Tuesday. This will mean nothing probably to just about anyone who's reading this, but it was a significant experience for me. I will try to explain as best I can. The Orange Order is the oldest and largest Protestant organization in Northern Ireland. The name is in tribute to William of Orange - an important figurehead in Irish Protestant history. To learn more visit the wikipedia site: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Orange_Institution. Anyway, they hold marches at various points throughout the year that are made up of local drum and flute bands. Sometimes these marches incite discontent and anger among members of the Catholic republican community and riots and conflicts can break out. This is especially the case around the 12th of July - which is a major Protestant holiday. We were told that we might be able to find some parades on Easter and I was sad when we didn't. So, imagine our surprise when Jordan and I were wandering around looking for somewhere to eat dinner when we heard drums and flutes. We followed the sound and found the tail end of the parade. We ended up following it a ways so that we could get to the front. We followed it all the way up the Shankill Road - the heart of Protestant territory. The streets were lined with people of all ages watching the mostly men and children march up the street with their instruments, flags, and uniforms. The picture at the top of this post is taken from the parade. 

Today was a day at the office, but we were closed to the public so that we could organize and clean. We got so much done that I have the day off again tomorrow. The weather will largely determine how I will spend my time off. 

Well, it's getting late and I should probably get to my homework, so that's all for now. Wishing you all well at home!

Pastries and Paella

I am currently sitting outside writing this blog. I am in Northern Ireland and the sun is shining and the ground is dry and I am watching the sunset and sharing it with all of you. The weather here has been gorgeous the last week. It's been sunny and warmish and green, of course. I'm hoping it will hold up, but the forecast next week says otherwise. Regardless, I'm glad I got to experience some springtime sunshine in the land of perpetual rain. 

So it's been quite awhile since I've updated this blog. For a few days there was really nothing interesting to report and then everything got very busy very quickly. I will try to keep up better in the future. I promise.

Last week was our spring break and none of us took the opportunity to really relax and catch up. Instead, we all jetted off around Europe and most of us got back the night before class started again. Jordan and I chose to head to Paris and Barcelona and take advantage of the crazy-cheap budget airlines they have in Europe and should probably have in the United States. We flew into Paris on Tuesday night and navigated our way to our hotel on first the RER train and then the metro. The directions that the hotel gave us didn't work so Jordan used his problem solving skills and got us to where we needed to be. The hotel was very nice. It was only a two-star hotel so it wasn't lavish and luxurious or anything, but it served our purposes. It was clean and it was tidy, in an excellent location and we got it for an excellent price for Paris. We were only five minutes walking distance from the Eiffel Tower, as we found on the first night. Because we got in so late we really spent our first night trying to find anywhere that would sell us food for less than 50 euro a piece. At one point in our ramblings we stumbled upon the Eiffel Tower during the light show. I know, you wouldn't think you could stumble upon the Eiffel Tower, but I was surprised at how much smaller it was than I'd expected. Still gorgeous, yes, but not the giant landmark that the movies make it out to be. We eventually found a place on a side street near our hotel that served us a pizza for 6 euro at about 12:30am. We were so pleased we went back the next night. 

I won't go into the long details of everything that we did in Paris. I'll save that for one on one time with pictures...don't think it's not coming. However, I'll give a short summary of the things we did and saw. We visited Notre Dame and the Louvre and the gardens outside the Louvre - don't ask me to write their name in French. (I will probably butcher the spelling of all these landmarks.) We went to the Arc de Triomph and the Champs de Elysees. We also visited the Pantheon and the American Cathedral and the Latin Quarter and the Trocadero. We walked along the Seine and through various shopping districts for really expensive window shopping. We were really trying to do Paris on a budget so we ate small things throughout the day...and REALLY overloaded on the carbs. We grabbed a crepe here and a baguette there. We tried croque monsieur and pan au chocolat. The croque monsieur is like an inside out grilled cheese sandwich with ham in the middle and the cheese on top. They were delicious. Jordan has been trying to replicate them ever since we got back. And the pan au chocolat is a croissant with a chocolate filling. SO GOOD. On our last night we bought chocolate and fresh bread and camembert and had a picnic. We splurged on one meal at a nice restaurant because you have to try French cuisine if you're there. We had a three-course lunch at Alsace on Champs de Elysees. That is definitely the way to go while in Europe because the lunch plate is sometimes half the price of the same meal at dinner. I think the creme brulee had to be my favorite part. I absolutely loved Paris. We were able to walk everywhere. The only times we took any transportation was to and from the hotel to the airport. It was a beautiful city and it didn't feel completely overrun by tourists. 

We had to get up dark and early on Friday morning around 3:30 AM so we could take a taxi to the airport at 4:20. I about died as I watched the meter on the taxi go up about 10 cents every few seconds. The taxi ride cost about as much as a night at a hotel, but there was no other way to get to the airport that early - not really one of those things that you think about. We flew out for Barcelona around 8:00 and got in around 9:45. We made our way to the hotel with only a couple of minor hangups with the transportation system and we were pleasantly surprised. The sun was shining and our hotel was adorable. It was decorated very traditionally and had a very homey feel. It was off a side street of La Rambla (the main tourist destination in Barcelona). We checked in and headed out again before we could even think about being too tired. We made our way down La Rambla to the market. The market is CRAZY. There are stalls EVERYWHERE with fresh fruit and vegetables, meat, fish, cheese, bread, candy---all surrounded by mobs and mobs of people buying, selling, bartering, taking pictures, hacking up fish. I amazed myself by LOVING it. We bought some fresh coconut and pineapple and some fresh squeezed coconut mango juice. We also picked up a loaf of fresh bread and a chocolate croissant and made our way to the harbor. It was beautiful - though crowded with tourists. We sat on the dock and ate our lunch in short-sleeved t-shirts and sunglasses, looking out over sailboats and palm trees. Not bad at all. Barcelona was a lot less mapped out than Paris for us so we did a lot of rambling around. We made our way to the beach...and saw the 6 others from our group that had also traveled to Barcelona! Later that night we all went out for tapas and gelato and we called it an early night. We visited the Seu Cathedral, the Chocolate Museum (where the ticket was a chocolate bar - the perfect museum for me!), the Arc de Triomph (yes, they have one too), the Santa Maria del Mar, the Olympic Port, the Parc de la Ciutad (I think that's what it was called) and whatever else we felt like seeing along the way. Oh, and did I mention it poured the whole day on our second day there? Leave it to us to bring rain to one of the sunniest places in Spain. Regardless, we had a good time. We went to the Magic Fountain that night with the rest of the group and Jordan and I went out for our last tapas and sangria afterwards. We approached Barcelona with a similar attitude as that toward Paris. We snacked on things from the market and local bakeries throughout the day and saved our money for tapas at night. I will say that Barcelona had AMAZING sweets. I really tried not to eat them, but how often are you there, right? Their pastries were amazing and their gelato was to die for. I did my fair share of sampling...but I did couple it with fruit from the market. Jordan and I both decided that we should probably try some fish or seafood for tapas one night even though neither of us like it. We thought we'd be safe with some cod on toast. Not safe at all. The cod was cooked so that it was slimy and jello-y. I took one bite and thought, "Wonderful, I actually have to swallow this." So, I'm sorry, I tried again to like seafood, but it's still not happening. Maybe later...or prepared in a very different way. 

After getting home Jordan and I both agreed that Paris seemed a better fit. Paris is definitely touristy, but not at all like Barcelona where the whole city seems centered around the industry. It didn't feel very authentic and it wasn't that comfortable jostling the crowds and fighting off shopkeepers all day long. Still, I enjoyed our time there and I was happy with our choice. 

The first week back was fairly uneventful, but I enjoyed being back in the East Belfast Alternatives office. They are really a very fun and caring group of people to work with...and they spoil me. I was able to go out on the streets to do youth work with them again on Wednesday night and I was able to actually talk to some of the kids. I really enjoyed hearing about their lives and what's really important to them right now. Their lives are so similar and yet so different from the lives of kids that I've worked with or know from home, or even from my own life at their age. I love being able to see that.

It's been a pretty quiet weekend. Two people are out of our flat doing work this weekend and we've all kind of been doing our own thing. Last night Jordan and Ben and I went to the Ulster Rugby game. They put up a valiant effort, but they lost. We still had an amazing time watching -- even if we had to stand in the rain to do it. I think we're going to go back when they play at home again in a couple of weeks. Jordan and I went to the St. George's Market again this morning to have some pig roast pulled pork sandwiches and spent the rest of the afternoon shopping. We're going to have a big feast and watch the Final Four tournament tonight...at 12:00. We'll see if we make it to the end. Tomorrow we're going to head to the big cathedral in Belfast for Palm Sunday services and hopefully take another relaxing day outside. Next week is when the push really starts to get to work on our individual, group, and internship projects. I'll probably write a little more about that later. The time is flying and none of us can believe how little of it we have left. We only have 3 weekends left in Belfast, a week in Dublin, and two in Coleraine before we head for home. I'm sure it will be here before we know it. Well, the weather is actually starting to get a bit nippy out here so I think I'll head in for the night. I'll write again soon! Hope all is well!