Moving Time

Yes. The new blog for the next stage of life has begun.

sharayahenargentina.blogspot.com. See you there!

(I'll probably post some thoughts from the final adventures eventually, but don't hold your breath!)

Surfin' Ireland (to the Beach Boys tune)

Yeah, doesn't quite work as well. And I often got strange looks when I told people I was going to learn to surf in Ireland. It was as if the land of leprechauns was not allowed to have nautical-type fun even though, hello?!, it's an island. Surrounded by water--conditions, as Flight of the Conchords would say, are perfect (just don't wear socks while surfing. THAT would be strange).

We took a taxi from our hotel in Killarney to Inch Beach, a drive that would take just about 45 minutes. But as you may have read in Quirks, our taxi driver was awesome and was even willing to pick us up when we were done (kind of difficult to find a taxi in the Inch Beach area).

So first came the amazing wetsuits; those things that will show off all of our God given curves. Or, as Ariel and I decided, turned us into superheroes (which we are). Look at those bangs! And look at Ariel's don't-mess-with-me face!Our instructor was great. He had crazy red curly hair, and told stories of the many places he had surfed. When he found out I was Texan, he told me about surfing in Indonesia with a Texan who wore his ten-gallon hat. When his Irish accent then proceeded to do a Texas accent, I had to laugh.

The better part of the story is that all three of us--me, Ariel and pops--stood up!!! Dad in fact, beat us to the punch (the same dad who was unwilling to go skydiving for my birthday I might add. Poke, poke.) The feeling was incredible, especially because on the last run for Ariel, we both went at the same time and stood! How beautiful is that?We ate at the restaurant on the beach before going back to Killarney. There we decided to kill time by watching a movie. Can I just say Inception is better the second time? Ahh! I love it!