Sunday, October 28, 2012

Cottages, Castles, and Cliffs (Illustrated)


(don't forget to scroll down to Maddie's last post to see a video of Morgan playing fiddle with an Irish band and read about our time with Benedictine Monks!)


A recap of the last two weeks in Ireland in pictures.....

Our cabin!


Morgan makes us amazing meals!






Northern Ireland hike/roll in the grass




Monastic Adventures:








Seaside!





(typical Grace-Morgan interaction....)



this picture had to be retaken.... it was windy....




Greetings from Galway!


Hello friends, family, devoted fans and followers!

We are in Galway for the weekend, on the Western side of Ireland. As far as we can tell it’s purely a “there are beautiful things here to see” kind of trip. Here’s a picture of Galway Bay, which we can see from our hotel room windows!


No actual official English classes have happened. But we did take a day trip to Innish Moor, the largest of the three Aran islands yesterday! Population 800 people. Home to lots of cattle, gorgeous views, ancient monastic ruins (this seems to be a theme of our time in Ireland), and wool sweater makers. A couple of us indulged in that last one! Here’s a view from the cliffs on the island overlooking the ocean:



Today we visit the Cliffs of Moher, (aka “The Cliffs of Insanity” from The Princess Bride!). It’s supposed to be rainy and freezing but we are going to rough it because this is not something that can be missed!

Our main location for the last two weeks, and the next week after we leave Galway tomorrow, Rostrevor, has been wonderful! We are staying in our own little cottage. It’s pink. We have three bedrooms, and a washing machine, and a kitchen, living room, fireplace, etc. A large part of the enjoyment of this living space is due to Morgan, who has faithfully planned out our meals each week-- breakfast, lunch, and dinner too, and even sometimes dessert! And these are not just any meals. Homemade pizza with goat cheese and apples, Asian stir fry, pumpkin pie, banana bread, omelets with bell peppers, the list goes on and on! We are happy in Rostrevor!! Here’s the view from our kitchen window, of the Mourne Mountains covered in morning fog:


Another awesome part of the Rostrevor stay is the neighboring Holy Cross Monastery. Morgan alluded to this a little bit in her last post when she talked about attending the cycle of 5 services there during our first week. The other great part of the monastery is Brother Thierry. He’s a monk from France that has a relationship with Westmont because of the various study abroad programs that visit and stay at the cottages. We had two lectures from him and even a tour of the monastery! All of the students are so encouraged by his wisdom and hospitality. The motto he always repeats is “You are Christ to me,” so that’s a very nice thing to hear all the time, especially from a man that has devoted his life to God in such an intense way. Here is the monastery website if you want to learn more about it and see some pictures:  


Finally, the highlight for last week was a “ceili” (pronounced like Kayley) night that Liam, the owner of the cottages had us all participate in. A ceili is a traditional Irish gathering where everyone comes together and performs a song, or recites a poem, tells a joke, etc. Everybody in the group is expected to share something. He had some of his friends, excellent Irish musicians, come and give us all a concert at the beginning, and then we all shared. There was a singer-songwriter named Colum Sands (check him out on iTunes!), a cellist, and another guy who played every instrument from the banjo to the bodhran (Irish drum). Morgan was of course a featured performer and she played the fiddle with the Irish musicians. Which was a real thrill for the other three of us who had the “Oh my gosh, our friend is so cool!” moment! Here's a quick video clip of her skillz!




I think that covers everything! If you don’t see a blog post for a while, don’t be too sad because of our sketchy internet in Rostrevor. Next week we will be back in London (woohoo!) and will have more regular updates from then on!







Monday, October 22, 2012

Northern Ireland

 Stephanie at Monasterboice, the oldest Irish monastery. It's home to the two tallest Celtic crosses.
 One of the 'round towers'. The Irish would all climb up in the tower (and roll up the rope door) to escape from the marauding Vikings!
The view from our living room of the Mourne Mountains. We are loving Ireland. Highlights so far: attending the 5 service cycle (in 1 day) at the nearby Holy Cross Monastery, cooking gourmet meals, intense card games (Madeline and I win), etc. Today we are in Dublin. We've seen Kilmainham, a jail built in 1798 and literally packed with Irish history, the Guinness factory, and an evensong service at St. Patrick's Cathedral, the national church of Ireland. A countertenor was featured! (especially funny when we glanced at their choir books...which were entitled 'Sing Low'. )

This weekend we're traveling to Galway to see some natural wonders on the West Coast of Ireland! More to come soon.

Sunday, October 14, 2012

We're going to Ireland!

To our devoted readers who anxiously check for their daily updates: our parents, grandparents, and the 3% of readers from China (yes, 3% of the page views are from China):

Tomorrow morning we fly to Rostrevor in Northern Ireland. The four of us will be staying in our very own 3 bedroom cottage, equipped with fireplace, kitchen, and  washer and dryer! Luxurious living. We’ve been dreaming (literally) about this for weeks. Madeline and I purchased running gloves and headbands today so that we will be able to run in the Mourne Mountains!

Another special note: CS Lewis loved Rostrevor! In a letter to his brother, he wrote “That part of Rostrevor which overlooks Carlingford Lough is my idea of Narnia.” While living in England he spoke of the magic of Northern Ireland: “I yearn to see County Down in the snow, one almost expects to see a march of dwarfs dashing past. How I long to break into a world where such things were true.” In his essay On Stories “I have seen landscapes, notably in the Mourne Mountains and southwards which under a particular light made me feel that at any moment a giant might raise his head over the next ridge.”

Despite all the cottages have to offer, Internet is not among the available amenities. We will spend a weekend in Galway and go on day trips to Belfast, Dublin, and Newgrange, so you may hear intermittently from the Babes. However, mark November 5 on your calendars! It is the date of our return to London and civilization, but until then blog posts will be few and far between.

A couple updates:

Yesterday, Laurel and I got our hair cut! We both knew we wanted to do it in England. We had a lot of fun, and LOVE our new hair cuts. Here’s a picture (mostly for Mom and McKenzie):




 We visited Little Gidding as a pilgrimage site for TS Eliot. Some of his quotes were displayed around the church. 
 For the first time, the UK has pumpkin spice lattes! They arrived on October 1. We didn’t make it to a Starbucks until October 3, but they were still just as sweet. The first sip:
 
 Chris Kyle is going to grad school in Oxford. We were all excited to see him, but Grace (our Religious Studies Major) was especially thrilled to talk with him. At lunch, they happened to break out Grace's Greek New Testament to solve some conundrums they ran into. Believe it or not, this photo is completely candid. 
 The not as sophisticated side of the table: no Greek New Testaments here...
 Lunch with the Kyle family! In a month we will see Stephanie's parents for a trip to Paris. Special note to the other parents of the Babes (as Madeline would say, Boyce & Mare, Scott & Pam): we wish you could come...I guess this just means an extra trip to Santa Barbara in the Spring!
 After freezing all day on the streets of Oxford, Madeline and I had a special breakfast for dinner date! A little cafe had warm pancakes and omelets--we miss breakfast food. (The typical British breakfast consists of warm beans, tomatoes, fake eggs, mushrooms, and sausage. Gross.)

 When we went to Canterbury last weekend, we happened across Archbishop Rowan Williams. THE Archbishop. Later, he was in the garden right outside my room...I had to document the moment!

Wizards, Mystics, and Archdeacons

 

This weekend, we went to Oxford.  And GUESS WHO I SAW THERE!  

I am sooooooo proud of Chris!  He is so so so so smart! 

We got to see him in his matriculation robes.  Don’t be fooled by the graduation hat.  He hasn’t done anything yet.  

Chris is living in a tiny room with a slanted roof and a sky-light.  The romantic in me is so jealous.  

But Oxford is so fun.  Tons of harry potters running around.  wizards.  And Chris is one too!








The Rainy Cliffs of Dover:









Other News:

We had a refreshing visit from two of our friends from Europe Semester last weekend (Kylie and Hayley!).  Seeing new faces after six weeks is like a large drink of cold water (and believe me, that would be really nice—the Brits have the absurd idea that when I order tap water, a shot glass should be enough for an entire meal...I am constantly thirsty).


We had a long talk about some of the hard parts of this semester.  Honestly, a group of twenty seven is challenging.  Also, this semester has been just as much (if not more) about God and the church as it has been about Dickens and the Victorians, and I think I am dealing with a lot of things under the surface that I can't quite name yet.  

We recently went to Julian of Norwich's cell.  Julian was a medieval mystic who had visions of Jesus and who devoted her life to solitude and prayer.  Her writings are famous for both their theological and literary significance.  The chapel, though, was understated.  A humble, two-room place, rebuilt after being bombed.

Here’s the thing about Julian: she prayed to identify with Christ’s bodily sufferings.  And when people would come to her with their questions, and as she struggled with seeing sin and sickness and death all around, Julian experienced God in a very real way.  As we sat there, I was reminded of how much I, too, want God’s presence.  

The Canterbury weekend crowned that experience. Friday night we took a candlelight tour of the Cathedral.  We 27, the archdeacon, the dark Cathedral, and the flame of Thomas Beckett’s shrine.  I’m not sure if it was knowing how many people have traveled here, or if it was hearing the story of Thomas’ martyrdom, or if it was the striking art piece made of nails—or if it was just the simple, poised way the archdeacon brought Christ’s gentle presence to our tour as she invited us to pray—but we were absolutely riveted.  

And the lighting of the candles—I have to admit, it was a little bit of Christmas Eve in my heart.  And, in that way, a little bit of home.  And I didn’t expect that of a Cathedral.

Julian writes: "Lord Jesus, I have heard you say, "Sin is necessary, but all shall be well, and all shall be well, and all manner of thing shall be well."  We say amen.




Canterbury


Our fearless leader and us at Julian's Cell



Madison and I in Ditchingham (never heard of it?  neither has anyone else.)