Sept 20

Woke up today and once again fought the force of 11 other men to get a quick hot shower. This morning some of the other guys wanted a shower, because I talked it up too much the morning before. That was dumb of me. I showered last today. The hot water teased my body for a second and then turned cold bringing back memories of our cottage.

We toured the Dingle Peninsula today. This is the most western point of Europe only a hop, skip, and jump away from the U.S. of A.

We stopped at some Bee Hive Huts that monks lived in ages ago, a beach, and some other small quaint towns along the way.

A picture of the Bee Hive Huts the Monks lived in while secluding themselves from the outside world to live pure lives--sounds like the students at SJU...

Around 6 we got back to our hostel for a night of adventure. We rushed to the Hill Billy Deluxe Fried Chicken fast food joint for a quick bite before Saturday Night Mass at 7. About 10 of us decided to save some Euro, buy in bulk (like TRUE AMERICANs), and go in on 2 family packs. The 16 pieces of chicken, 20 wings, gravy, 12 pops, and 12 fries all for under €5 a person turned out to be enough. We were, however, lacking in the napkin department. Turns out they didn’t have cloth napkins like I was used to from the high class dining on Thursday. We couldn’t finish our food because we felt the grease filling our arteries to dangerous levels.

This depicts the greasy chicken bones left after I consumed the fatty meat around it. If you look closely you can see the waxed paper container turned clear and the wood table can be seen through it. Sick.

We all walked out of the place slowly with our hands on our stomachs, sad looks on our faces, and a feeling of gut rot. I got to mass and felt like death covered in grease with a scruffy red beard, and dirty clothes. I felt bad for the people around me. Luckily, the fast-talking priest kept me entertained and made me forget about the grease factory we ate at before mass. Once again the parishioners bum rushed the ministers for the Eucharist and outpaced me in prayer.

After mass the whole group reunited and went to a play called Tearmann at the Tralee Theater. I’m not one for plays and throughout the show felt my eyes getting heavy. I shut them for a wee bit, but quickly opened them wide to ensure I didn’t start to snore or need to be woken up during intermission. The play had great music and some amazing tap dancing. A little boy who acted one of the main characters out tapped everyone else. It was impressive. The plot was lacking, but hell what do I know, I fell asleep during the parts without dancing.