I guess I'll start with the basics: I will NOT get kicked out of the country when I try to get back in after Italy. OH, and I'm going to Sicily in ten days with Rachel to sit in the sun, mash grapes with our feet and cycle around the beaches. OK :-) I'll take it! Back to the VISA.
Rachel and I (on our third attempt) visited the Immigration Bureau near the River on the Monday before our VISAs expired. Both of the other time we had arrived too late to get a ticket (the first time at 1 pm and the second at 9 am) so on Monday we got there at 8:30. They started giving out student tickets at 9:30, so we figured that we'd be one of the first and that we'd get out of there in time to get to our 1:30 class. Well, we weren't one of the first, in fact we were numbers 182 and 183 and we waited in line to get the number for a half hour, got it and they said to come back in two hours to get the stamp. So we left, thinking that we'd get some coffee and study our monologues in a little cafe. We were there for two hours and fifteen minutes, got back to the Bureau and were surprised to learn that they were only on number 137. Fantastic. So we sat, me next to a man from Pakistan who continually reminded me that we were "almost next" and Rachel next to a really awkward man who kept hitting on the girl on his other side. Another hour later, Rachel is called, and I immediately afterwards. She goes to Desk #2 and I head over to #11. The man I had was young, really nice, took all my information, passport and letters, said I didn't have to pay the 100 Euro fine. I was done in 10 minutes. Rachel had a man who was nice, old, took all her information, passport and letters, didn't give her any of it back and made her pay the fine. Then made her wait for another 45 minutes to get a "non-identification" card. It has her picture, her name and her birthday, but it's not to be used as an ID card (?). So, needless to say, we were late for our class, but we are now legal. Thank god.
We're working on monologues for Acting, which is proving tougher than I thought it would be. It's great to work with Amanda, who, contrary to PLU profs (who are wonderful) really doesn't care about your ego and will tell you exactly what needs to be fixed, then will work with you personally until you figure it out. I love it!
Dad got here last Thursday and I couldn't have been happier to see him. He looks like he did (duh, it's only been a month...) and everything was just the same, except he was in Ireland! We went on a road trip around Ireland, which was amazing. We started here and took off toward Athlone in the midlands, then over to Doolin (see previous post), the Aran Islands, Cliffs of Moher, then headed back to Dublin by way of almost every small town and dirt road we could find. It was FABULOUS! Oh, and I almost got a cow wet willie. Yeah, gross.
We've seen a few shows since Galway including The Pride of Parnell Street (amazing), The Playboy of the Western World (OK) and History Boys (absolutely one of the best contemporary pieces of theatre I've had the privilege of seeing). Saturday night is Long Day's Journey into Night by Eugene O'Neil and I'm REALLY excited about it. I think. It's four hours long. We'll see. Apparently they sell ice cream and pop corn at intermission :-)
We have absolutely NO food in the house. I'm talking, wheatabix, bread, honey and lemons. Ummm, not enough for anything except breakfast. Which means that I'm going shopping after class and it will spend an exorbitant amount of money. Great, just what I need!
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