Even though I can't watch US tv online, I can listen to my favorite radio stations. So I'm sitting at the kitchen table listening to WERS 88.9 with their cute, awkward, djs and because of their commitment to playing variety (variety that goes beyond mixing a hit from the 90's with one from last week)sometimes bad music. Like the song playing now is pretty atrocious, but still it feels like I'm already back in Boston -driving along, my hair blown back (from the air conditioner, I can't feel any proper breeze because I haven't moved down the mass pike at all in half in hour)surrounded by cars on the right side of the road, beeping as they cut each other off. there's nothing like home...
Today I'm headed into Belfast for the last time to shop for miniature and incredibly lighweight gifts and also to go to starbucks. And I'm contemplating pizza. I haven't had a slice of pizza in the entire time I've been here! It's not impossible to eat pizza in Ireland, but at the same time the country isn't exactly crawling with delivery places, so I decided to abstain from pizza during my stay. But now the craving has struck (its only 9:30 in the morning) and I'm about to cave...
And abstinence makes me think of the religious signs in Ireland peppered amongst the hedges. They say things like "Where will you spend eternity?" and "Jesus died for our sins" and "Outside Christ there is no hope." I mention them because they're a bit different from our own religious signs which tend to be posted on enormous billboards -at least in my experience, and they tend to be limited to the south. In contrast, these signs are small, hand painted, and pretty unobstrusive, you find them on the country road rather than the highway.
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