On the eve of my departure from Newark, NJ I'm staying up later than I should be, reflecting on the past few days and dreaming about the ones to come. Ireland's forty shades of green are just beyond my field of vision, and I can't wait to see the beautiful isle from my plane window in approximately 24 hours. I've been getting plenty of advice from my parents, grandparents, sister, and friends on how to best spend my time abroad and I'd like to share some bits of coversation that have made an impact on how I view this whole experience:
"Go way out into the countryside, go where no tourists are, get away from the hub of the city, that is where the Ireland you dream of is. Those rich rolling hills are there just right out of sight so go climb them, bring a notebook and journal the day the away." -Naomi
"You're studying a broad? Why are you studying a woman??" -my grandpa
I've gotten loads of suggestions of places to visit and directions on how to find the various filming locations from "Once" from a friend who is the closest to Glen Hansard I'll probably ever get. Aside from finding the Hoover shop, I want to find an actual street musician and interview him for the play I'm supposed to be writing. My interviewee list also includes a pub owner, the oldest lady I can find, a professor, and some stranger sitting in a cafe, alone.
Hopefully, the interviews will provide good source material for something that is completely, utterly uninvented and nonexistent.
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