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Day 16: The Closing Day in Dublin

Thursday, December 10th, 2009

The last of many days on a trip full of action, comedy, sights, and last but not least education… Our day began fittingly with a traditional Irish meal of beans, toast, egg, and sausage.  After a surprisingly filling meal, we congregated in the lobby of our humble hostel for a walking tour of the grand city of Dublin.  When our tour guide arrived we began walking; we had walked the city the  previous day so it was relatively repetitive.  The tour began to get interesting when we arrived at one of the many sites where the Easter Rebellion took place.  As our tour guide was describing the events that took place, we heard, from across the street, an employee of AIB Banking shouting to our tour guide that her information was incorrect.  This interruption was in itself rude, but his explanation was punctuated with swears.  He invited anyone who wanted to come over and he will prove that our tour guide was wrong.  While all of this was happening, our guide was quickly inching away and as soon as the man looked away to invite people to come look, she urged the group on to the next site.  As the rest of the tour moved on the next site, Diane ran over and talked to the man, effectively finishing our tour.  She talked to the man for about ten minutes, coming back to relay the information that he had given her about the buildings involved in the Eastern Rising took place and the history of the buildings.  As we had left the tour, we had a couple of hours in which to wander the city and shop.  After wandering the city, we regrouped at the hostel at 1 to visit to Kilmainham Gaol (“jail”).  At the prison, we had a guided tour showing us the east and west wings where prisoners from the Easter Rising  and the 1921 rebellion were held.  Along with the tour of the inside of the prison, we also had a tour of the Stonebreaker Courtyard where fourteen leaders of the Easter Rising of 1916 were executed over the course of twelve days.  With the conclusion of the tour of the prison, the group was left with more down time to spend in the hostel or to go out shopping again.  At seven we regrouped for the final dinner and night of the trip, going out to eat at a Italian restaurant and after dinner we had a final meeting, looking back on the trip and thinking about all that we have done on the trip.  As the final night draws to a close the group enjoys the remaining time together.

Joe Dolben ‘10 & Spencer Lefebvre ‘10

Day 4: Trusty Stallions to Sligo Town

Friday, November 27th, 2009

A late wake up call was the perfect blast off to another culturally enlightening day. The road to downtown Sligo was full of preparations and exclamations about how revitalizing the seaweed bath would be or how scenic and possibly challenging a ride on a snorting and bucking steed on the meandering beaches of Ireland would be. Upon our arrival in Sligo, we clambered out of the luxurious van and stepped out onto the bustling streets that we would wander for the next hour if we chose to attend the seaweed bath or for the next three hours if we preferred only to ride the horses. During the exploration of downtown, we came upon many stores that seemed very similar to ones in the U.S. and many that were very original and intriguing. Lunch was an interesting affair: many of us wanted to experience a real Irish lunch, so we made a bee-line to the nearest pub.  However, a few wandered to the local Subway, where the only difference was the lack of banana peppers for a sub.  At one o’clock we clambered back onto the bus, which drove us to the horseback-riding stable. We were each given a trusty steed on which we would majestically ride up and down the beach. Some of us signed up to participate in the Expert ride and once we began to trot a few were cut from the elite.  Our hour ride along the Irish countryside and beach was quite scenic and exciting and ended far too soon.  This was the end of our outing.  We arrived back to the hostel where we relaxed and enjoyed a delicious homemade chicken dinner.  We plan to traverse a craggy cliff tomorrow at six o’clock in the morning so too-de-loo.

Day 3: Yeats Day

Friday, November 27th, 2009

Today was “Yeats’ Day.” Like yesterday, we were on the move. We stopped every couple minutes throughout our ride to discuss the significance of the sites involving Yeats and his poetry. All of these sites were in North Sligo on what Keith would call the “Yeats Fest route.” Some of the few places we stopped to view were Ross’s Point, the Sligo docks, Creevykeel, Dullymore, and Innisfree. After a handful of stops, we headed to the Lissadell House to take a private tour of the presently-closed mansion and to eat our packed lunches. We learned about the house’s historical background and had the opportunity to ask questions of Isabel, our tour guide and the sister of the current owner. After lunch, we thanked Isabel for the fabulous tour and headed to Tobernalt Holy Well where Catholics have gone to pray for many years and continue to go today. “Everyone get into the van, one more stop to go.”  The Glencar valley was next, where we could see Glencar waterfall on the other mountain. Dinner at the Temple House was a perfect way to end the day. It was another mansion, and we got to eat an amazing Thanksgiving dinner. We got back to Benwisken around midnight, and briefly went over plans for tomorrow before we went off to bed.

Day 1: Boston to Benwiskin

Tuesday, November 24th, 2009

Under bare Ben Bulben’s head
In Drumcliff churchyard Yeats is laid,
An ancestor was rector there
Long years ago; a church stands near,
By the road an ancient Cross.
No marble, no conventional phrase,
On limestone quarried near the spot
By his command these words are cut:

Case a cold eye
On life, on death.
Horseman, pass by!

-from “Under Ben Bulben” by W.B. Yeats

After departing from Gill, Massachusetts at 2:00pm on Monday, our group of 15 travelers arrived finally here in Yeats Country, County Sligo, Ireland somewhere around 1:00pm on Tuesday, after some 18 hours of travel. The five-hour time difference from Eastern Standard Time has shaken a few nerves, but all are healthy and happily bedded for our first night. Our wearied group traveled by van, two planes, and a bus before coming to rest here in the Benwiskin Centre in Ballintrillick, some 20 minutes north of Sligo Town. Our trip across the Atlantic from Boston was smooth and enjoyable, with our students encountering their first bits of the Irish brogue on-board our Aer Lingus flight; it seemed the excitement grew somewhat during our quick transfer in Shannon en route to Dublin. With cameras and camcorders out virtually constantly, this trip will surely produce some terrific (and humorous) footage.

We were greeted at the airport by Debby McNair; she and her husband Keith, and their Discovery Tours, have essentially constructed our itinerary for our stay here and will act as our in-country guides. A huge amount of effort has gone into putting this trip together, and much thanks are due to our hosts, particularly given the amazingly rich and varied program that we will be enjoying over the next 17 days. In any case, Debby escorted on the coach bus through about 3.5-hours of scenic Irish countryside. Unfortunately, much of the country is struggling with flooding due to the recent and uncharacteristic rains. For example, we drove through Carrick-on-Shannon, and the little part of the downtown area we could see was covered in up to several feet of water with storefronts surrounded in sand bags. Still, much of the group slept for much of the trip. We also made a put-stop at an electronics store on the south end of Sligo to pick up last-minute power adapters and the like.

As we left Sligo Town, we were able to appreciate some of the scenic beauty of the area, first in catching glimpses of Sligo Bay and the shore before sneaking peaks between the clouds of the stunning Dartry Mountain range slightly inland. We passed Drumcliffe and its St. Columba’s Church, where W.B. Yeats is buried with the enigmatic closing lines to his “Under Ben Bulben” inscribed on his gravestone. Of course, we were able to see Ben Bulben itself, but its majesty was limited significantly by the low cloud cover. As we came around the north side, we came to our current lodgings at the Benwiskin Centre, here in the shadow of Ben Wiskin. We will spend the next four nights here, making daily forays into the surrounding countryside.

This evening, after a quick lunch of soup and bread and a brief orientation session with Keith (followed by a naps all around), the group gathered to put together a dinner of Shepherd’s Pie from scratch. It seemed a fitting meal to begin our time here. Then we gathered for our first “Programme Workshop”, essentially a mini-lecture and seminar to prepare the students for tomorrow’s events. The itinerary tomorrow includes visits to a pre-historic site, a Cromwellian site, and a center of Irish music. I appreciated the energy of the students this evening given their exhaustion! Keith ably guided the students through a discussion of the physical landscape of the area, the far-reaching political memory of the Irish, and the tradition of music here… and an interesting mixture of all three.

Moving forward from here, I will arise and go now, as Yeats himself might have said, and allow the students’ voices to be heard. Each day a different student will produce and post here a journal entry of sorts, reflecting on our day. Our Internet access will likely and understandably be limited on some days, so some entries might come in bunches, but check back for our updates!

Unfortunate Arrivals

Monday, November 2nd, 2009

Those embarking on the voyage across the Atlantic experienced malnutrition beforehand, so they brought along germs of typhus, cholera, dysentery. The disease caused from the Famine was brought with the passengers, plus the new diseases they were creating on the ships.New diseases generated due to the size of the ships. The Irish escaped on “cattle boats.” They were small, old, and un-seaworthy. Those ships were only made for traveling to the Liverpool port in England; however, they were later used to travel across the Atlantic to America. During the Famine, many impoverished Irish never escaped the dockyard or the slums of Liverpool. Unfortunately, women emigrates were usually seduced or rapped. They also tricked the Irish out of their passage money.

Book, Out of Ireland by Kerby Miller and Paul Wagner

Coming into America

Friday, October 23rd, 2009

When Irish immigrants migrated over to America, they landed on “Castle Garden.” Castle Garden was in New York harbor where immigrants were able to find jobs, housings, and the sickest people could receive medical attention. Then in 1892, Ellis Island opened and ships also sailed to Philadelphia, Boston and New Orleans. The port in New Orleans received just as many immigrants as Ellis Island. At first Americans were very charitable to the newcomers but eventually due to the sickness that the Irish immigrants were bringing along with them, the Americans began to be hostile to them.

Source: Book

Irish Immigration, 1840 – 1920, by Megan O’Hara

Croagh Patrick

Wednesday, September 2nd, 2009

Mt. Croagh Patrick is considered a holy/sacred mountain located in Westport in Mayo County. Each year nearly one million people hike to the top bare foot as a pilgramage. It is the most important pilgrame for Catholics in Ireland. The last Sunday of July, Reek Sunday, is the most popluar day drawing in approximately 30,000 pilgrams. The three pilgramage stations include Leacht Benain, the Summit, and Roilig Mhuire. It is believed that St. Patrick climbed Mt. Croagh Patrick in 441 AD. The summit is located 762m above sea level.

http://www.sacred-destinations.com/ireland/mt-croagh-parick.htm

Irish Times: 10 Ways to Get a Different Take on Ireland (8/29/09)

Friday, August 28th, 2009

Here’s an article of interest on Ireland’s “lesser known splendors.”

http://www.irishtimes.com/newspaper/travel/2009/0829/1224253447705.html