Last days of Wicklow

The wall construction has been put on hold the past two days as we've taken out a couple of trees, and almost lost a wwoofer. Poor old Chris was taking down a branch when it fought back, and took out the ladder he was using. Luckily he only had a slight puncture in his arm, but scary regardless. I'm currently taking a day off and am helping make homemade pasta noodles with Giacomo (Yes, he's Italian). It's actually not as difficult as I thought it would be, and is a good thing to know how to do, but not something I would do once a week.

I will be leaving the Wicklow hostel in the next three days, and will have about five days in Ireland before I head to Madrid. I've enjoyed my time here, have had the pleasure to work with tons of amaing people, and have learned things I never had thought about before getting here (i.e. making pasta from scratch, and how tires are sized. We've all decided to get 205/55 R 16 tattooed on our shoulders. However, I feel like I've spent the perfect amount of time here. I've adjusted to the time, how things are done here, and how to listen attentivley as not everyone here sounds like Oregonians. Never the less, it will feel a bit like leaving home when sunday comes around.

Thanks to some family research, I will be heading to Cork on monday to try to find some info on the Crawley ancestors of our's that lived there. After that, I will head back to Dublin for a day, then spend the night in the Dublin airport since my flight to Madrid is at 630 in the morning.

John

P.S. Yay for Whitney! Under-grad is in the past!