November 25, 2003 - page 2



My mom had written to tell me that I really needed to see a play at the Abby Theatre given its history. However, the show playing there was of little interest to Adam and myself, so we moved on. As we were walking, though, we passed another theatre that happened to be playing Beckett’s “Waiting for Godot.” We couldn’t pass it up, and it’s a good thing we didn’t since tickets were only 25 Euro, and it was a fantastic performance. I don’t think any play has incited such a debate in my head as to all its possible meanings.





 

The next day we took a trip out into the country of Wicklow and Glendalough. For eight hours I was surrounded by rolling green hills, numerous lakes, and craggy rocks. Our tour guide, who was really awesome because he played U2 the whole time, pointed out areas where “Braveheart” was filmed. He informed us that during the fight scenes several of the actors really got into it and, as a result, about fifty men suffered head injuries. Needless to say, if those battle scenes looked real, it’s probably because they sort of were. We also walked though the church of St. Kevin which is now in ruins since the mission was sacked repeatedly by various different groups.