Early on my second day, I heard the apartment door open and poked my head out of my room to find a tall, strange Frenchman standing in the hallway. We introduced ourselves, speculated on our third flatmate and parted ways. A bit later, I went out to meet another friend for coffee. She took me across the bridge and showed me around Patrick St, telling me where I could find all of the various things I needed to get. I bought a SIM card for my phone and tried exploring a bit on my own, but eventually chickened out and walked back home. A couple days afterward, our Irish flatmate showed up to complete the apartment. I'm not sure I ended up making it further than Tesco in the first week.
My first sight of campus came walking through the big gates on Western Rd for the first day of orientation. The first day of orientation itself was relatively uneventful, and with the huge crowd of US students I didn't see any of the University of Montana people. The second day we had an "academic walkabout", which seemed to consist of all of the hundreds of foreign students packing into a small room and trying to eke information out of those departments which did decide to show up. Unsurprisingly, the Department of Modern Irish was not among them. I ended up speaking to someone from Ionad na Gaeilge Labhartha and had my first opportunity to use the Irish I brought with me. I also ran into two of the students I'd met in Montana and we traded contact information.
Classes began on Monday. I was a little shocked at how well I was able to understand the lecturer in Irish, but it was also something of a shock to my system to hear so much Irish strung together and directed at me. Considering enrolling in the Certificate in Irish Studies program, I also ended up in a couple of classes with C., one of the Montana students. Since First Arts Irish (GA1003 - Bunstaidéar ar Theanga agus ar Chultúr na Gaeilge) wasn't open to visiting students, I had to go into the office to see if they could make alternate arrangements. I wasn't quite confident enough to try to speak Irish with the secretary and it's perhaps because of this that when I asked about GA1003 she directed me to Ionad na Gaeilge Labhartha across the lobby. Meekly, I went over and knocked on the window there, where I was sent back to Roinn na Nua-Ghaeilge. I went back and explained that I wasn't looking for a beginning Irish class and ended up speaking to the head of the department. It was here also that I first experienced a somewhat unsettling phenomenon: when I mentioned that I was from Montana, both the head of the department and the secretary knew almost instantly that I had been taught by the apparently-infamous Traolach Ó Ríordáin.
The next weekend, a big group of the international students living in my apartment complex headed out early and hopped on the bus to Blarney. The weather was fantastic and Blarney Castle was packed with people. I made use of the opportunity to begin filling up my new 4G card for my camera. The castle was impressive, at least considering I'd never seen anything like it before. After the castle, though, we walked through the Rock Close adjacent. The area is beautiful, filled with interesting stone formations and plant life. We also took a long walk around the lake and explored the woods. They were totally different from anything I'm used to in Montana. The undergrowth was minimal, not the tangled forest I know back home. All of us were fairly tired when we arrived back at the bus stop. A little coffee shop was open and selling ice cream, so I got a large cone and enjoyed it while sitting on the curb, waiting for the bus back to Cork.
