After I got all ready and felt confident about my routes I headed out. I got to my bus stop and waited.. and I waited. I thought I had got there 5 min before the bus was suppose to come but it never came. I just assumed I had somehow missed it so I would wait for the next one that was suppose to be there in like 20 min. After waiting for the bus for 40 min. I was really starting to wonder what was going on. Some young people passed me and stated they didn’t think the buses were running tonight. I was just about to leave when another women showed up at the bus stop. We started talking and she said there should be a bus coming in the next 10 min so I decided to wait. As we were waiting and chatting about if the bus would really show up or not a taxi driver pulled up and confirmed that buses were not running tonight as some youth had thrown a rock through the window of a bus around 6ish and buses were not running in Finglas for the evening because of this. Funny because I am pretty sure I know what group of boys it might have been. I decided to just head home as it was getting kinda late to now walk outside of Finglas to catch a bus and then have to do the same at 12 am. As I went home I ran into some of the young people I worked with heading out for their evening.
The rest of my evening was pretty uneventful. I tried to plan out my day tomorrow and had a quiet evening remembering my family back at home as it was a rough one for personal reasons.
Saturday
I tried to get up pretty early on Saturday (which in young adult terms is around 8 am for a weekend) and made my way downtown. I planned to take a tour of Glasnevin cemetery first. Glasnevin is Dublin's largest cemetery and was the first cemetery to allow anyone of any religion to be buried there. I passed this cemetery every time I go downtown and so many very influential Irish leaders have been buried there. I did a walking tour and went through the museum. Really, really interesting. Crazy amount of history. Very cool tour with so much information. I could talk about all the different stories but it's all so overwhelming. If you want to check out the website to know more here it is:
http://www.glasnevintrust.ie/
After Glasnevin I made my way down town. I had been pouring over different one day tours over the past few days as I knew thats what I wanted to do Sunday. It's kinda funny because I have really seen a large amount of this small country through my past three trips so my options were limited to places that were close enough to do day tours and I had not been to yet. But it worked out great because Wicklow, pretty much the south east part of Ireland is suppose to be beautiful and I have not got a chance to see it yet so thats what I decided to do. That ends up only being half the battle though because then there are like 10 different tour groups that run tours. I finially picked the one I wanted to do and booked the tour. Next on my list was to go check out a tattoo place. I have been planning a tattoo for the last few years that I thought would be meaningful to get done in Ireland. I went and spoke to a artist about getting my tattoo and the design I wanted. He seemed excited and stated he would get back to me in a couple days with a final design.
After I went shopping for bit, this being the last time I knew I would really have an opportunity to do much shopping. Got a few souvenirs but was really trying to watch what I was spending as this trip, although it has been worth every penny has been a bit overwhelming in regards to costs, Ireland not being the cheapest place to come hangout with no income. After all of this I was super tired and it was getting late. So crazy how time just disappears. Had not really eaten most of the day as well so I think that was starting to play into things. Started to feel a bit sick and super tired so headed home. The rest of my night was not that exciting. Chatted with Micheal and made plans for next weekend. I am starting to feel a bit alone in the place I am staying as interactions with Carmel have decreased a great deal. But that’s ok, that’s how life goes. I'm only here for a couple more weeks so there is no point to being home sick because as soon as I step foot on that plane I am going to start missing Ireland so I need be ok in these still moments and just take it in. I went and sat outside in the evening and just listened to everything and took deep breathes and tired to take it all in so deeply that it would stay inside me forever. Ha.. ya I’m dork.. but it's important. I know I will never forget my time here, I know it has changed me and will continue to change me and impact my practice. I am so grateful, just so very grateful.
Sunday
Yeah Sunday! Went on the Wicklow tour, so great. Met a nice couple from England waiting for bus as well when i got here. They were very nice and chatted a bit with me. The tour was BEAUTIFUL. So amazing. Wicklow is gorgeous. Its an area with 'Mountains' and so much vegetation. It looks like out of a fairy tale.. so pretty. It is the area in Ireland which a ton of movies have been filmed. Movies like... Braveheart, Saving Private Ryan, Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince, The Princess Bride, the Italian Job, the TV show the Tudors, My Left Foot, Once, Far and Away, Leap Year, Michael Collins, PS I Love You, etc. I got to see so much. Things like the bridge where they kissed in 'PS I Love You', the lake Mr Guinness bought for his daughter, different bogs, an old monestary, the pub that Ballykissangel was filmed in, and a wool Mill. I also met a young couple, one from Ireland, one from France, and their friend from Denmark. We had lunch together and talked about living in Dublin. 
Back to Dublin after an eventful day. By the time we got back I was very tired and not feeling well so I decided to head home, I was going to try and go to a pub but it wasn't worth it at this point. .Went home, felt like I had a fever. Very weird.. made me miss home a bit even thought when I’m back in Edmonton I just end up missing my mom when I feel sick.. it sucks being sick and being a grown up. I kind of wished people would stop asking me if I am missing home though, because it's not until people ask me that I start thinking about it. Going to bed early hoping to feel better in the morning. I think I’m just overwhelmed from a busy weekend and worrying about money. I should be good tomorrow.
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