coffee in cork

okay, had a little bit of a rough start... but doin' ok, and the bruises on my shoulders are quite lovely when the sun hits them just right... damn luggage.

it's absolutely beautiful, it rained a little this morning while i was sleepin, now it's sunny and fresh. i'm in my hostel's kitchen drinking coffee, dreading hauling my crap to the bus station.

the church bells went off all night. 1:44...2:10...maybe every half hour? 2:15...3:00...3:23....4:00...i lost track.

the hostel is right next to the shandon bells, a church with a big golden fish on top. (look for the goldy fish!) my room is tiny and smells like socks but it sits right over an ancient grvaveyard. most of the headstones are laying on their sides, like neatly lined stepping stones into a forgotten space between buildings.

today i go to dunmanway to meet up with anya. a boy at the hostel told me dunmanway is "like country" and there is a famous mountain there that turned into a hippie commune in the 80's, and every once in a while the hippies come to cork to sell "...stuff." Sounds like i'm going to the right place.

time for some fresh air. ( i never would, MOM) but being here makes me want to have coffee and cigarettes while discussing something in gaelic on the porch.