Hello! Or as the Irish say, "hello!" (unless they're speaking Gaelic). I arrived in Cork minutes ago after an overnight flight from Boston to Dublin followed by a short hop from Dublin to Cork airport followed by a bus ride that, due to my misunderstanding of the distinctive Cork dialect spoken by the kindly driver, ended about a 10 minute walk too early for me and my heavy duffel bag. Oh well. My right shoulder could use the exercise.
Anyway, the apartment complex that Franklin Pierce students are staying in is kind of like a dorm but it is clean, reasonable spacious, and much closer to restaurants, bars, and the university than I had believed. Hmm-- looking back on that last sentence, I feel like maybe I should have led off with "university", it might have set a better tone for the blog. Well, it's too late now; I already typed it.
Since my experience thus far has mostly involved the airport and airplanes, it's all I can speak of for now. One example: you know how people in the United States disembark a plane row by row, waiting for the guy in the seat ahead of them as he wrestles with an oversized carry-on wedged in the overhead bin? Apparently, that's not how the Irish do it. As soon as the plane rolls to a stop there is a mad dash to the front of the plane. I am ALWAYS tempted to do that on the plane, so I love this new approach.
I'll write more tomorrow once I've gotten some sleep and some of the reading assignments done for my first day of the eLaw Summer Institute on Monday, and I'll also try to get some pictures of Cork. For now, I'll leave you with this picture, taken right out the window of our apartment living room slider to our veranda. The bells in the steeple were ringing as I snapped the picture-- I kid you not.
