One of my favorite teachers EVER from high school recently got in contact with me about participating in her daughter’s Flat Stanley project! Of course, I obliged. For those that don’t know, Flat Stanley is a book about a a little boy who gets flattened by a bulletin board and uses this to advantage by visiting friends via an envelope. In asking my pals here, I’ve discovered this is largely an American tradition, as no one here has ever heard of Flat Stanley. Finally, something from American Pop Culture that the outsiders don’t know!
Flat Stanley arrived in the cutest outfit ever colored… and pigtails. Apparently, Flat Stanley is a Flat Stacey! I had today off, so away we went and I showed Flat Stacey the most rated-G version of Dublin I could… though she did beg to go into a pub about twenty-five times.
Flat Stacey also accompanied me to the tax office, where we took a number and waited for what felt like ever for me to turn in one tax form. She didn’t let me take a picture in there because she said it wouldn’t be good “for the Insta.” On another note, I’m really glad I had company as I get so used to my routine, and my trek from Point A to Point B that I forget a lot of times that people vacation here and… I’m starting to take that for granted! NOOOOO. I remember when the taxi driver was driving me to my hostel on the very first day and I was in awe of everything- from the double decker busses to the old-fashioned homes that lined the streets. I need to remember to cherish this because someday… I’ll have to return home. Maybe.
I made the effort to walk on over to St. Patrick’s Cathedral because I had been wanting to do this and had never made the time to. I arrived at 5:32, and saw that an Evensong Service was happening at 5:30. I told the security guard I was there for the service, and he let me in! I didn’t even have to pay the fee, which is cool because I’m poor. I had never been to an Anglican Church, but it was a pretty beautiful service. It did feel somewhat Catholic, and I was surprised that they said a lot of the same prayers and things we say during our mass. I don’t really know too much about the Anglican Church except for the whole King Henry thing (LOL, way to belittle things, amirite?)… but it was an interesting experience and they had a fantastic choir!
And… while I was in Dublin… in Ireland… in Europe… in this 800 year old cathedral that the Protestant Church converted from a Catholic Church… I ended up with a kneeler pad that proved to me I’m never as isolated from home as I think I am.
Ain’t life grand?