Walking

I was walking to the bike shop to buy a pump, when I noticed how particularly beautiful Ludwigskirche was looking.  And then I noticed a familiarisch looking tourist go into the door. I thought, "hey, I can go in that door too probably"

And as I was walking, I thought "man, this is still really pretty"

And then inside it was 'all white everything' and quite nice as well.  Yet another church style I'd never seen before. 

And then I saw Nick! He was the familiar tourist I saw.  It was a weird coincidence we two PPPers were in the same church- but I guess they are known for drawing people in.



Nick explained to me all of the Illuminati symbolism that was inside. Not this one, but this one.

Osthaffen Hipster Takeover

After work I went to have a beer on what was supposed to be a beautiful clear day.  It was a little cloudy but otherwise perfect weather.  We decided to check out Osthaffen and the Silo Beergarden, which is a loading dock taken over by a beer and wurst vendor.  It features lots of grafitti and hundreds of alternative youths.

 My view:

 The whole set up was really cool.  It seems like they were able to make a great space out of an old abandon industrial complex.  A DJ was playing music for one part, and most of the other people were sitting in groups enjoying the weather and each others company.

It was nice hanging out- I really look forward to summer and the outdoor places to hang out.  Here is a view as I walked home:

There are wires strung from the Silo to the other buildings that have lights, which I believe are part of a giant public art idea.

Backyard backride

I went on a bike ride with a guy from work in the backyard of kleinblittersdorf.  Turns out it is a super beautiful river valley with forest and farms.  This guy:

 Trying to ascertain where East is:

 Picture for the moms out there:

 The ride was incredibly fun and only took about 2 hours.  We rode our bikes on the crisscrossing dirt road system used by the farmers and local walkers.  It was probably my favorite non-mountain-bike ride ever.  Incredibly beautiful and great hills and curves.  I'm trying to ride more now.

Bike Ride

I decided to do a test run on the commute to work.  It was wonderful! The bike ride is almost entirely along the river on a bike path that was once built for tugging coal boats along the saar.

from: http://www.saarland.de/anna_leonie.htm

from: http://www.saarland.de/anna_leonie.htm

This is my modern day steed.

Easter

While we were in Dublin we met up with a German friend of Sam's and her boyfriend, who both live and work in the city.  We went to a pub with live Irish folk music and played our favorite card game, Zwanzig ab (Bayrisch):

On Sunday, we went to the national church for service. It was a nice building and the homily was great:

 

We then checked out the main catholic church in the area:

 

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Dublin has an awesome bike program.  For 5 euros you get unlimited access to bikes if your ride is under 30 minutes. over thirty minutes, it is a euro an hour.  Because there are bike stands everywhere, you can just hop on and off at every one of your destinations.  We liked this and used it a lot:

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We took bikes to the Guiness Storehouse and learned a little bit about the company.  It wasn't actually to interesting in terms of brewing, but it was cool to learn about the company and see all of the old advertisements.  Fun fact: the Guiness storehouse started after Mr. Guiness secured a 9,000 year lease to land and water rights for about 45 pounds a year.  They are only 200 years into their lease.

 After Guiness we met up again with Sam's friends and did some more exploring.  There were a lot of people partying in the streets because it also serves as the anniversary of Irish revolutionary movements.

You're very welcome on my green Bus

We made a bus tour in order to see the famous Cliffs of Moher:

The bus was packed full of Americans and Germans and other nationalities that didn't answer our tour guide's questions: 

Our first stop was Dunguaire Castle, which theoretically looks like this on a beautiful day:

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But actually:

We passed by quickly and went straight to the town for a bathroom break.  It was still early in the morning, so the tide was still out and the fog was still heavy:

The town was very quaint and colorful:

I like boats.  All of the boats were standing on their keels in the harbor because of the tide.  My camera stinks though, so I could only document this guy:

Intrepid explorers, into the muddy unknown:

Ireland appears to be all rock, grass, and moss. It was beautiful. But apparently riddled with traps for those who've had a few to many pints of Guiness:

Our next stop was Corcomroe Abbey (1205-1600 AD):

This was about the time it became clear that our Irish bus driver reaaallllly didn't like the British.  He spent most of the trip on the microphone telling stories of his life and of Ireland's history in the slow and charming way only an older Irish gentleman can do.  We were captivated- he could of read us a dictionary.  His voice was the treasure one finds at the end of a rainbow, according to Irish lore. But where was I? oh yes, the British.

"Well you know he's gotten too many wives and not enough sons by this point, so Henry sends the dear pope a nice request for a divorce and behold his holiness tells him no. So he sees in his minds eye a vision of an England without the catholic church and goes ahead and well you know the rest.  So he starts going throughout the country and senseless destroying the beautiful abbeys his Irish subjects have toiled to create, killin em all, how is that for religious progress?...." 

He spoke with a genuine sadness in his voice as he chronicled the abuses of the British towards Ireland, least of all involving religious disputes.

The abbey was still very pretty, even in ruin:

The abbey was near the Burren, which was a beautiful part of Ireland.  It was a scenery I have never seen before.  You may be able to notice, that in the picture above, the hill is grey.  This is because this entire region is covered in a layer of stone.  Every single green field (a lot of them in the valleys) had the stones removed by hand (hence the billions of walls) in order to farm. The soil was relatively barren, so they hauled in seaweed from the ocean every year to help increase the quality.

Here are some more pictures of the region (that I did not take):

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We arrived in Doolin around lunchtime and stopped for a few Dooliners (local ale) and a sandwich.  It was then directly on to the Cliffs of Moher, which were spectacular.  Our tour guide said that we had the best weather he's seen since last year, and that lately they've been to foggy to even see. And that the restaurant was the best it's been all year.  And that we had the best luck with traffic ever.  Granted, this could have been a sales pitch, but we ate it up nonetheless (tell me good Irish sir, what does the snake oil do again?).  

Our first view:

But it did actually quickly warm up, burning off the clouds and making us sweat profusely in all of our jackets.  The cliffs in some places are right around 700 feet tall, making the view dramatic and beautiful. Photos:

We weren't the only people who visited, but luckily we were some of the only few that walked more than a quarter mile.  They built a suggested safety path, but 90% of the people were much too cool to stay on it.

But not these guys!

Eventually it got less crowded and we got more cool.  We crossed over to the edge to see some of the drops.  We were quite timid though, and seemed to be the only ones.

 A lot of people- a real whole heaping lot- seemed hell bent on falling in the name of obtaining "the perfect selfie".  Just imagine, people in heels or sandles taking a selfie and slowly backing up in order to get the "perfect" angle.  It gave me a little anxiety.  SO much that I had to take a seat and look away:

and it turns out looking away from cameras is still cool:

Maybe it was the sun, maybe it was the smell of ocean, maybe it was the dooliners- we'll never know exactly why- but we also got bit by the selfie bug:

 

After an hour and a half of wandering we headed back to the bus in order to head home.

We made a short stop at another castle, passed the a field where braveheart mooned the british, passed the hometown of Barack Obama's ancestors, and heard more from our bus driver about the Irish wars that lasted into 1998.

We were all very happy with our bus selection and that we left Dublin for a day.  Next time I want to see the Giant's Causeway, but our bus driver did warn us it is in the north (with the protestants)!