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Very Unneccessary: Stuff I didn’t need in Ireland

I’m going to enumerate the unnecessary crap I brought to Ireland that I really really really did not need. At least, not in November.

Unnecessary Number One

While it sounded like a good idea, my computer itself was the most unneccessary and burdensome item I carried to and from Ireland. It isn’t a fast computer, nor is it a light computer and I spent most of my time doing things outside of the house. The few blog posts I did write and publish in Ireland I used my phone to create and post. So, I wasted about 8lbs. of space in my luggage that I could’ve stuffed with souvenirs or just left empty and light.

Unnecessary Number Two

We didn’t have any fancy dinners or balls or what-have-you to attend, so I don’t know why I brought three dresses in which I would’ve frozen to death. They’re some of my favorite pieces, but we only did family stuff and never anything I needed to dress up for more than my nice boots over jeans/leggings. However, when we arrived in Galway, I bought a sweater dress in a charity shop (that’s a thrift shop to us Americans). It is plain black and sits off the shoulders like a Marilyn or Bardot style… I can’t remember which… I wore that with grey leggings and my high-heeled boots that are surprisingly comfortable. Anywho, my point is that fancy dresses were not a good idea to pack as they were slightly bulky and unnecessary. The only dress I wore was one that I bought there, in Ireland.

Unnecessary Number Three

Another unnecessary item for us personally was extra jackets and sweaters. I’m just gonna quickly say, one of each: people who see you know you’re on vacation, while the people who don’t know you won’t give a crap if you wear the same stuff for two weeks. Also undies and socks. The reason I found the socks and chonies unnecessary was that of course anywhere we stay in Ireland will likely be with family, but even in a hotel, you usually have access to laundry! So I have no idea why I packed enough for two weeks when I could’ve just washed stuff…

Unnecessary Number Four

The last category was shoes. I literally didn’t wear two pairs of the five pairs of shoes I chose to bring. That’s what really pissed me off. I brought five pairs of shoes! What the hell was I thinking??? I wouldn’t bring that many pairs of shoes on vacation ever again, for the whole world. I certainly won’t bring outfits that require an extra pair of shoes just for that outfit, which I think would’ve been part of the reason I brought that much. The nude flats just weren’t warm enough for touristy stuff, or even family dinners, bad. The two pairs of different style trainers/tennis shoes were as unnecessary as anything ever would’ve been. I mean come on, Alexandra! Someone was not thinking while packing… although I guess luckily I don’t think I forgot to pack anything that I missed.

Something that’s totally necessary next time:

I would really love to buy a new camera because mine is a piece of crap. The only really good quality pictures came off of my cell phone’s camera. Which made my old camera very unnecessary…
This one looks pretty cool (affiliate Link)

Jet lag is a Bitch

Jet lag is the worst

I have been in Ireland for the majority of the two weeks I get to be here. And I’m dying between the two weekend trips we took to just being tourists. I’ve slept really well almost every night, but without fail, by about 6pm every night I could go to bed and stay there.Unfortunately this common phenomenon called jet lag destroys every traveler who goes more than a few hours different time zones experiences it. I haven’t dealt with jet lag since I went to Germany last time, ten years ago… I thought it would be fine, that I’d recover like I used to, within a few days of landing. Maybe I’m low on B vitamins, or I didn’t sleep enough on the plane, or what, but I’m not fit to be in company by seven. Yawning and literally falling asleep at the table or passing out in a car. I’m sure I’ve been a real pleasure to be around for my boyfriends family…Update: His sister just sent me to bed as I was falling asleep after dinner.

Musing on Galway

Galway begins

Wondering why I’m listening to Cotton Eyed-joe in a cafe in Galway…it’s a pretty strange experience! I remember dancing to this song when I was young, people being raucous and rowdy and lots of movement all round. Here, there’s none o’ that. Lots of chatter in Irish voices except the one beside me who’s also on his phone, reading news or about his favorite sports teams. This is not a new experience for me. Except that everyone has a different accent to mine. D is never talkative off the clock unless we’re at the bar with other people. And I’m always wishing he were. But it’s ok here, his silent way is helpful for my observing nature.

observing the denizens of this Galway cafe

I see so many people who look just like they could be at home in San Francisco too. But they’re here, at home or visiting, in Galway, Ireland.

There’s a lady with a big, fluffy black coat, beanie and sunglasses across the room from us, sipping her drink, some espresso no doubt; I can’t tell if she’s old or young she’s so covered by her trappings.

There are students on their laptops, studying or playing around. And ladies yapping over their coffees. And I’m just an American in Galway…haven’t seen anything but this cafe and the train station. The few pubs surrounding it are of course, as you’d expect, plentiful. But they serve food, people don’t drink like you’d think here in Ireland. I think it’s only the young people who party much and usually in foreign places like America, when they’re visiting on J1 visas.

We’ve come to see the town and yet we’re sitting in this quaint cafe, listening to the full version of The Prince Of Bell Air

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