Your mini Italian lesson for the day: Il frizione = the clutch I freni = the brakes L'acceleratore = the gas Le marce = the gears I remember these words from when my father taught me to drive stick, half a lifetime ago. They made a lot more sense then, when I wasn't obsessively watching
There are a few driving schools listed in the city's yellow pages and I'm heading to the one that's advertised on Viale Nano, off the corner of Viale Ulisse, but I run into Auto Scuola Marinella first so that's the one I pick. It's nearly empty when I arrive; only a middle-aged man at a
Because shots like this actually mean something. Roost, pigeon, roost. Roost while you can.
The landlords have a realtor called Patrick whose job it is now to troop prospective renters through my soon-to-be ex-bedsit. Sometimes he calls first, other times he doesn't. I'm hungover one morning when I hear the timid knock on the door - hello? And then it's all, dammit, because when falling into bed tipsy the
Drinks at Kennedy's with my former classmates turns into a tipsy nighttime walk through City Centre turns into drinks and dancing at 4 Dame Lane. Untiss untiss untiss. Untiss untiss untiss. Talk of our novels, talk of our poetry, talk of our master's portfolios; of marriage and children and Beckett and Hardy and confessional poets
A new art installation in Dublin - 2010 Fringe Festival madness. Monopoly houses bobbing along the River Liffey between the O'Connell and Ha'penny bridges. Red and green. Floating with the current. Lit up at night. This post has been brought to you by Delicious Baby Photo Friday.
Before I left for Italy last July, I wrote a list of things I'd miss about Dublin and Ireland. I can't look at it now; it'll make me too sad, reignite my technicolor fantasies of chucking everything and staying right here in my little bedsit, drinking Barry's tea and dreaming of swans. Instead, I try
Today's secret word is craic. It's an Irish word - one of those words you can't really translate into English. Something you feel rather than explain. It's a noun. It means fun. Liveliness. Spirit? Music's usually involved, but not specifically music. Craic's a good thing. You want to be where the craic is. You like
Four days left in Dublin. Can two weeks have passed already? I've picked up my dry cleaning. I've packed my books to ship to me in Italy via An post. I still have to take the ESB out of my name. Close my bank account. Shut down my internet. Get my deposit back from the
Beyond Sunday roasts and slick rainy streets... beyond lush green parks and Oscar Wilde preening on a rock.... beyond Viking boats and Jo Burger and College Green and Georgian doors, there's another reason why I've been so stupid-happy to be back in Dublin. English. I get to speak English. (more…)