Yesss…after the worst week moving stuff and cleaning house, we now live in the new house!! No Dishwasher, no mushrooms ( see below ), but a very nice new play where to say.

Of course, while I’m trying to find a scooter, I started to use the bus to go to work every day…and surprise!!! From my door to the door of the office I need less time than the time from my previous home in DunDrum!! Impressive.

Chronometer in my left hand every day I checked properly the time needed to reach the office…wow!!! An average of 40 mins, including 6 minutes from the door to the bus stop, 2 mins waiting the bus, 25 minutes on the bus (very useful to study ) and 5 minutes to the office through the Trinity college!! Brilliant!!

Anyway…this is not enough for me…I’m still looking to buy this scooter…the italian job

S.

There is something that all my Italian friends ask me everytime: how much the Irish people drink?

Well…let’s say “a lot”. But what happens in Ballylooby is really, really beyond your expectation .

Once upon a time in Ballylooby (and maybe everywhere in Ireland) there was the Mass in the Christmas night. At midnight, all the people in town were used to go to the Church for the mass… the number reduced…reduced…and now there is a mass in the morning, at 7.30 AM.

But…where are the people? It seems that was used, after the mass, to go together to the pub!! So, the people, decided, step by step, to go for “one pint” to the pub BEFORE the mass…after a couple of years, nobody was at the mass but everybody were at the pub: even the priest decided to join them!!!

“A pint of Guinness, please”

S.