Being 1,800 miles away from home, Andy offered (or did I just say I was going??) to take me to his parent’s house for Mother’s Day. After lunch and a visit with my wonderful second family, we visited Fort Casey down by the ferry terminal in Coupeville, Washington. My belly full with a half a pound of the best filet mignon I’ve ever had, I wasn’t in the most energetic of moods. But, determined to work off the food and get a little exercise, I toughed it out and got a few photos.
I’m excited about this next weekend! Archbishop Desmond Tutu will be in Tacoma, Washington, and I’m going to hear him speak live for the first and probably last time in my life. It’s not likely that I’ll be able to get any photos at the event, but I’ll be spending the weekend in Seattle, so I’m hoping to fit in some good street photography. Keeping my fingers and toes crossed, hoping for sunshine! (A huge novelty in the Pacific Northwest these days!)
I’m still waiting to be released from the thrall of Ireland so life can return to normal. I feel chained to the place, which is interesting, because I looked up the word “thrall” and found that in Scandinavian culture, during the Viking age, it was the term for slave.
This is appropriate considering the Viking’s history of harassing the Irish and also somewhat humorous, because I jokingly apologized to my new Irish friends for the follies of my ancestors on several occasions. Now here I am under the thrall of their culture.
Vague history lesson aside, what this means for me right now is I need to get my head on straight and concentrate on what’s to come. There will be lots of change this next year, with or without any return trips to the Emerald Isle. I even found a study abroad program with Whatcom Community College, where I’m taking some prerequisites, that would allow me to study in Cape Town, South Africa in Fall 2011. That’s an opportunity I’ve been looking for locally for a couple of years. Can’t get distracted now…