25 March 2018
Today is the St. Patrick's Day Parade here in Bay Ridge. 3rd Avenue has been prepared for the Parade this afternoon. I wish I knew what time it was going to start.
Anyway I will just watch the people from the window on third floor, I am sure I will get a clue from the activities in the street.
I am so excited. I fell in-love with Ireland after reading my first novel about Dublin and its people. Oh then there was the movie Brave Heart, now who can forget that. Up until today I still see the hills and everything green and beautiful as I saw it in the movies that I've watched so far.maybe its because I can relate to there way of living. That's the working class. i got no idea how the rich live there lives in Ireland.
I cannot sometimes understand what they are saying. Like when I met two of Lisa's friend in Florida. You have to listen closely to understand them. Still to me all Irish are beautiful.
Yet my friend who have been living in Ireland for more then ten years tells me that the Irish doesn't much like any other nationalities. They stick to their clan. But I found the few that I met, do like and mix with the not Irish.
Its windy and cold but that's not going to put me off from watching the parade outside. I wonder what happened to the poem i have written years ago about Ireland. I remember some of the words, like hills far yonder/ upon waking/my heart belongs to you. Oh I so much wants to go there. One day this is a promise to myself, I will go to Ireland. It might sound silly but somehow I think I belong there. And for that reason I should at least go hike the hills of Ireland and soak in the wide open spaces.Maybe a distant family member once lived there, who knows, strange things happens.
I've got carried away, well its time for me to go outside and see where the vendors that's walking towards 86st are up too.
One more month here in good old America then its time to go home. This time its going to be much harder to leave my family behind. anyway I'm not going to think about that today. Nope I'm going to go and enjoy the Irish Parade.
My daughter is cleaning away, me I refuse, its Sunday. Pretty Sophia just told her mom, Mom listen, listen, I can speak in Spanish. Sophia love the Spanish, maybe because they are all around her. She should learn the language.She desperately wants her Frozen doll named Elsa to sing in Spanish. I found her listening to it on her Mom's phone in Spanish. Goodness the child is three years old but she knows how to work a phone and gets to YouTube.
Today is the St. Patrick's Day Parade here in Bay Ridge. 3rd Avenue has been prepared for the Parade this afternoon. I wish I knew what time it was going to start.
Anyway I will just watch the people from the window on third floor, I am sure I will get a clue from the activities in the street.
I am so excited. I fell in-love with Ireland after reading my first novel about Dublin and its people. Oh then there was the movie Brave Heart, now who can forget that. Up until today I still see the hills and everything green and beautiful as I saw it in the movies that I've watched so far.maybe its because I can relate to there way of living. That's the working class. i got no idea how the rich live there lives in Ireland.
I cannot sometimes understand what they are saying. Like when I met two of Lisa's friend in Florida. You have to listen closely to understand them. Still to me all Irish are beautiful.
Yet my friend who have been living in Ireland for more then ten years tells me that the Irish doesn't much like any other nationalities. They stick to their clan. But I found the few that I met, do like and mix with the not Irish.
Its windy and cold but that's not going to put me off from watching the parade outside. I wonder what happened to the poem i have written years ago about Ireland. I remember some of the words, like hills far yonder/ upon waking/my heart belongs to you. Oh I so much wants to go there. One day this is a promise to myself, I will go to Ireland. It might sound silly but somehow I think I belong there. And for that reason I should at least go hike the hills of Ireland and soak in the wide open spaces.Maybe a distant family member once lived there, who knows, strange things happens.
I've got carried away, well its time for me to go outside and see where the vendors that's walking towards 86st are up too.
One more month here in good old America then its time to go home. This time its going to be much harder to leave my family behind. anyway I'm not going to think about that today. Nope I'm going to go and enjoy the Irish Parade.
My daughter is cleaning away, me I refuse, its Sunday. Pretty Sophia just told her mom, Mom listen, listen, I can speak in Spanish. Sophia love the Spanish, maybe because they are all around her. She should learn the language.She desperately wants her Frozen doll named Elsa to sing in Spanish. I found her listening to it on her Mom's phone in Spanish. Goodness the child is three years old but she knows how to work a phone and gets to YouTube.
