I Speak German

Germany is freaking awesome, see other blog for more details. Germany is the bestest, most beautiful place ever (besides Canada). Y'all should come. I am also learning German, check it out:

Meine freunden Emma ist klein.

That means "my girlfriend Emma is small".

More updates later, see you mawfks soon
xoxo love Heather

YIKES!

This is me leaning over the edge of the cliff. Below is a bird's eye view of the waves beneath me.

Fairy Tale

Yay, I will be home in less than three weeks after trips to Germany and Paris. I should probably feel disapointed in myself but really I am so excited to be comming home. It's so fucked. I probably could stick it out and a lot of people have suggested that I try to stay as long as a can just for the experience, but I just don't want to. It's strange that it doesn't even feel like giving up. Part of me feels like deep down it was never my plan to stay here for the full year. The most interesting and friendly people I have met have been tourists and fellow travellers at the hostels. They are so much easier to talk to because they're having a similar experience. The most recent trip Emma and I went on was to Innish Mor, a small island with a population of 800. We stayed in the dingyest hostel ever and the wind was cold and bitter and carried a mist of rain that you could barely feel but that would soak your clothes within half an hour and you would be as wet as if you had just jumped into the sea. And the wind lashed right through any amount of clothing we could wear. Emma and I went to the famous Aran knitwear store and bought matching toques with pompoms. Mine is powder blue and hers is forest green. They have a fleece lining. And since the showers at our hostel were disgusting we wore the matching toques for three days straight to hide our greaselocks. We wore the hats to breakfast and in the guest kitchen at night and all around the island during the day. There was a really cute German couple about our age staying at our hostel who always ended up in the guest kitchen at the same time as us every night. They were very friendly and were both beautiful and were clearly in love with each other. All of the places and archeaological sites that Emma and I visited on the island we would run into the German couple and we would all laugh in recognition of one another and wave. The night bus home after the ferry was well heated and everyone was warm and sleepy and cuddling one another. Emma said we were on the Cuddle Express. The cute German couple sat behind us on the bus and the boy read the girl a really weird story that sounded like a fairy tale. He was reading it in English with a very thick accent and she had her head on his shoulder. It was sweet. We saw them on the high cliffs where we hiked to. We crept up to the very edge of the cliffs on our bellies and leaned our heads over the edge. It was scary. The cliffs were high and we could see the sea heaving itself against the rocks below us. The waves crashed against the rocks with suck force that it sounded like thunder all around us. It was very peaceful though. We have pictures of one another leaning over the edge and also of the view below. I will try to have those posted tomorrow. See you all soon.
XOXO

Should I Stay or Should I Go?

I'm looking for lots of input everyone. Emma and I have been really miserable in Ireland so far. Touring around has been amazing and beautiful but we don't really like living here. We are considering coming back to Canada from mid-November to begining of April, then go back to Ireland and work as live-in hostel workers somewhere beautiful. We made a pros and cons list of staying in Ireland.

Cons for staying in ireland: no jobs, no money, roommates can be rude/hostile, we are extremely bored and lonely when we're not touring, there's nothing much to do in offseason and lots of things we like stop runing oct 31, we have no plans for xmas, we might have come for wrong reasons, touring is fun but living here really sucks we should have just spent money on vacation then lived in canada. right now we are poor but if we decide to come back to canada we can blow the last of our money on seeing more of the countryside then going to germany and scotland, if we go to canada we can see our wonderful friends again.

Pros for staying in ireland: We might be able to see some other countries over the winter, we might not be able to live in waterloo when we get back because we might not find a place to live and we will have to live with our parents, we will feel like chumps if we come home because everyone expected us to go for a year and our family gave us parties and it might be cowardly to come home, things might start getting better soon, its impossible to tell

Right now we are leaning towards comming home for a couple of months then comming back to ireland to find jobs in tourist season.

Please comment.

"I Need You So Much Closer"

(This post is partly in response to Anne Marie's wonderful email):

Emma and I have been having a lot of fun in Ireland and are not necessarily lonely. There are a lot of fun people around for us to play with, and yes, the scenery is beautiful. But every time I catch a glimpse of my old life in shitty old Waterloo, Ontario, Canada I get a painful longing to be home. The other day I saw a picture of a bunch of us hanging out together at Ethels on the patio and I could TASTE the nachos and Rickard's Red (they don't have beer like that here and NO ONE eats nachos, they think its weird, it's even hard to find the proper ingredients to make them). And everyone in the picture was clearly acting like a drunk asshole and I all the people I really miss (you know who you are) are awesome amazing people bursting with personality, and who are totally original and weird and irreplacable. The people I have met here are cool, but they don't say "dykedykedyke" and they don't think it's hillarious when I talk like J-Roc, and they don't love karaoke or Halloween or Oktoberfest and they don't go out for breakfast because everything's so expensive, there are no cute little places like Angie's or Ethel's. And the leaves don't turn colours and there's no snow so they can't toboggin.

And I really miss going out for a walk in the town and running into people I know and talk to, and seeing beautiful familiar faces at every turn. I can't even same or remember some of people I miss, they were just cool interesting people for me to talk to who were always around town.

So if you are reading this, I miss you a lot and I miss our shared past and you better write me emails because we are going to be friends FOREVER *(said in threatening voice with waging finger)* and I will track you down and make you hang out with me wherever you are.

dykedykedyke

I don't know how many people read this blog or if I've told this storey already, so stop me if you've heard this one:

Emma and I moved into our new house because the people seemed really cool and prolly would be open-minded to the two of us being a couple. So the first night we moved in, our new roommates tooks us out for drinks and the two girls told us that they love each other and they are DYKES. And so me and Emma told them that we are also a couple and they were all like "yeah we figured". It was awesome. And they also told us that nobody in Ireland says "awesome". How awkward, but neither of us can break the habbit and they always laugh at us when we say that. It's a really lame thing to say over here.

I Have Found My New Calling in Life

Yesterday me and Flemma went on an awesome daytrip with one of our roommates, Declan, to Connemara. I saw the most beautiful mountains and waterfalls and rocky beaches I have ever seen in my whole life. And all that beautiful nature is on the grounds of this giant abbey called Kylemore Abbey. So Emma and I have decided to become nuns. It sounds like a pretty sweet set-up. All they do is make crafts all day to sell in the craft shop attached to the abbey, and then go hiking and swimming around the grounds, which are MASSIVE. The mountains around this place are stunning. They are misty and rocky and there are little narrow waterfalls all through the mountain and running through the trees near the walkway. And there are woolly sheeps wandering around. And there are the greenest trees of paradise and a lake out front that is massive and stormy and wavy in the windy rainy climate. Also, the nuns get to run classes for little kids, and they never have to talk to guys ever and they probably have secret dykey rendez-vous in the mountains and lush greenery. There's no question in my mind that there is a lot of lesbo love going on between nuns and has been since the dawn of time. The other awesome thing the nuns do is make their own wine. They pretty much have my dream life. I took the most amazingly beautiful photos yesterday, but I can't post them until our freaking internet is working again :(