1. Last Friday the Belgians packed their bags and flew back home. As annoying as it was to cook and clean for them all week, it was quite sad to see them go. The students had clearly had a great time in Ireland and enjoyed meeting all the wwoofers. One of the highlights was the last night when an Irish band came to play which was followed by group Irish dancing and lots of laughter.
2. I killed a pheasant. As a post-Belgian celebratory excursion to the pub on Saturday, we passed a helpless animal half-flapping on the side of the road. The woman whose house I'm staying at, immediately said "Pull the car over, kill it, and take it home. We'll have it for dinner this week." Apparently I had an inner burning desire to kill a pheasant because I immediately volunteered for the job. I also realized this was a once in a lifetime opportunity. Maria (a fellow wwoofer) and I jumped out of the car and walked over to the small bird. She picked up a rock which I then proceeded to throw onto the pheasant's head. After a few days of hanging up to dry, it was skinned and cooked for dinner this evening. I had leeks and potatoes instead. Roadkill...maybe Ireland is a bit like West Virginia.
3. This past Sunday two fellow wwoofers, Griet and Maria, left for Belgium. They were two of the most welcoming people when I first arrived and we'd had many great experiences in just two weeks! It was great to come to a completely new place and be able to relate to people from different backgrounds. I guess this means a visit to Belgium is next!
"To the brave and faithful, nothing is impossible." - Munster Rugby Motto
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