New Friends

Pictures from our last night at the school.

Conner (sp?) Wearing his mom's smoking jacket, Cecily, from Korea. She liked me because she said I was the only one who spoke Korean. (I said, "hello" formally and informally, "thank you" "my name is Ji-Hee" (which is a lovely name given to me from my students years ago that means, "intelligent and joyful". "What a combination!" Exclaimed my new friend, Matthew.)

Lastly, Christy, who took me to a craft cocktail bar, as it was the only place with gin and tonics. I ordered, "Something fun without alcohol." I got this:

Lemonade, frothy from real egg white, with a slice of (inedible) passion fruit and a Sprite chaser.

I will order that "something fun," again.

I Just Wanna Be A Sheep. Ba.

I took a lot of pictures of sheep during our waterfall visit.

Catch up

Cemetery where Yeats and wife, George, were probably buried. Someone smarter than me suggested he was in France. There is a story about why. I won't tell it here.

The lovely people here are reading Yeats' poetry, in front of his grave. It was a lovely, reverent, closure to our visit.