1st stop and the rest looks eventfull

So I have made it to America safe and sound, the first couple of days are quiet, but fun. I got to see my friend after five years, it’s crazy. She hasn’t change at all and even today, I can tell why we are friends. She has forgiven me the worst I could have done to her and that only made our friendship stronger. Thank you Tyler.
On the other hand she is crazy busy, but she is creating something for herself, I have no dought that she is going to be a wonderful stage manager.
This place is a university town. There are like hundreds of different schools, it’s insane. Need say if there are that many schools there are twice as much students, me in there is like letting a fox free in a hen house. Good god. Let the fun begin.
Anyway this is going to be short, all in all met some great people, and tried my best to get into a fraternity house, no success. Discovered this great place that sells organic food. And realise that everything I had planned is not going to go the way I want it. Like planned stuff ever works.
I am going to have to change my travels around. Well until next time see you the best solution for me tonight is getting drunk, things will work out.

THE HUNT FOR THE GREAT IRISH STEW

Between my arrival in Dublin and the boarding of my flight to new York, I had four hours to spare, so I decided I would go to Dublin’s centre, I was hungry. So began the hunt for an authentic Irish stew.
I walked up and down the streets of Dublin, but it seems to me that all they had to offer was fish and chips and cuisine that came from somewhere else, French, Chinese, Turkish etc..
What happened to the Irish cooking? I don’t know a lot about Irish cooking except that potatoes is used. But where was it? How am I to learn about Irish cooking if I can’t find an authentic Irish restaurant? I was so desperate after looking at my watch, making sure that I don’t leave too late for the airport so that I don’t miss my flight, that I asked a taxi driver.
If someone should know where I can get authentic Irish cooking it should be a taxi driver. After all they drive around the whole city. So here I was asking a taxi driver, his response to my question as to where can I get an authentic Irish stew was laughter and the added authentic Irish cooking, try carrots.
I was becoming desperate, I was about to give up, that is until I came across, Madigan’s. Typical pub opened since 1995 although the decor makes it look much much older, stuff fox, lanterns. I went in and got my Irish stew. And you know what it was good, so good.
It was worth the hunt.
I will have a recipe for an Irish stew when I get back home in December on my food blog, http://ping.fm/qxC05
Until next time look out for the rest of my adventure in the land of the free and home of the brave.

TAKE OFF, THE BIG ADVENTURE BEGINS

They were calling rows 15 to 29 first, people started queuing up to get on. A father with two sons of flaming red hair stood behind the queue. First thought to my mind was, with hair as dark as he's got, they were clearly not his kids.I kept listening trying to make out their accent. I could not decide weather it was Irish or American.I let my gaze wonder and it fell on a young blond girl in her twenties as she handed her boarding pass. As she walked towards the plane, I noticed she was fighting back tears. A love story went bad, was she ment to meet someone? Like those happy ending Hollywood stories, could it be she did not get her happy after? We will never know, but as she walked passed I could see her gathering her courage, fighting her tears back and putting on a brave face as she ready herself to move on with her life.The flight itself was normal, I found my seat, strapped myself in took out the book I was reading (Isaac Asimov the foundation) and relaxed. It was the landing that caught me off gard. It seems the pilot could not get the plan straight for the landing, I told myself this could not be the end I haven't even seen America, but a few seconds later I reassured myself, I can't die here, I have to many angels watching over me including my granda maggie, every thing will be ok, I wasn't scared anymore. Then we landed. Touch down shouted my inner voice. We're in Dublin.