
Karaleigh, getting ready to pull up some flowers
Karaleigh, getting ready to pull up some flowers
About a month ago I went to the gorgeous and incredible land of Ireland. I cannot begin to express how much I loved this place. I loved being surrounded by ruins and history, I loved the architecture and the culture, and I especially loved the people. They were so friendly and nice. We flew into Shannon, on the west coast, and stayed our first two days in Limerick. We'd rented a car (which was both fabulous and crazy - it was hard at first, but I really liked driving on the left side of the road, the challenge was fun) so we drove all around. We went to the Cliffs of Moher (aka the Cliffs of Insanity) which was really cool. Apparently they only put up the rock wall a few years ago - up until then you could walk right out and it wasn't entirely uncommon for people to get blown off. Me, I rather like the rock wall. After Limerick we drove south and around Dingle Peninsula - extraordinarily charming. We stayed for two nights in my favorite place, Killarney. We spent time in the national park there and also took a day trip to Blarney Castle, further east. From Killarney we drove up to Dublin via the Rock of Cashel. I am, without a doubt, a city girl, but as soon as we got to Dublin I just wanted to get back out to the countryside. That is really saying something. We didn't spend a lot of time in Dublin, we saw a little of the Irish Museum of Modern Art though. We also drove to Newgrange, which is an incredibly old passage tomb; built 500 years before the pyramids. I loved, loved, loved Ireland. I recommend it to all and hope someday to go back.
Bangers and Mash from the Locke Bar in Limerick - tasty, tasty, tasty


The Cliffs of Moher

Dingle Peninsula

Hanging out in Killarney National Park
Lindsay, me, Kendra, and Britni at Blarney Castle

The Rock of Cashel

At the Irish Museum of Modern Art

It is quite old and quite loved. I should not have it right now. Let me tell you why.
My flash drive is not so securely fastened on my keyring but I did have good intentions to do something about that. The other times it had fallen off I noticed right away, and since it is a reasonably large appendage on my key chain I thought I would notice immediately if it fell off again. But last Thursday I pulled my keys out of my bag after work and it was gone; it was not in my bag and it was nowhere in my room (I honestly didn't look that hard because I had that sick feeling that I just wouldn't find it).
Even worse news was that my dossier (read that 'long and bothersome report to show my competence as a teacher') was saved only on my flash drive - brilliant, I know - and was due to be reviewed by some of my co-workers the next day. Perry, another teacher who very kindly was helping all of us who were writing dossiers, had looked over the copy that I did have and asked me to make some corrections.
So, in a bit of a panic I went to the meeting the next morning. As I sat down I debated mentioning my situation because I didn't really see much point, but finally decided that I might as well. So I told Perry that I had lost my flash drive. He cut me off right there and said 'I know where it is. It's at the temple.' I think my jaw dropped as I wondered what in the world he was talking about, and then thought that it was possible because I had gone to the temple the Tuesday prior.
He then went on to explain that a friend of his who works at a high school in Salem had called him to tell him that he'd found it. This gentleman also works security at the temple and picked it up. He very kindly went to the trouble to look on my flash drive, found somewhere my name and the name of the school that I work at. Incredibly he knew the school and he had a friend at the school (Perry).
I never, ever would have thought to inquire at the temple and my flash drive would have been lost to me forever. I am so grateful for blessings and miracles and a Heavenly Father who takes care of me, even when it's just a little thing like a flash drive.