Well, Cork is an interesting town to say the least. We were out last night when we stumbled into the Hayloft. An upstairs room of a bar that did a poetry slam every monday. Naturally we joined in and Austin did an amazing Texan accented rendition of our poem, ‘Flaming Coffin’.We were given fiv words: Coffin, Mule, Blazing, Free, and one word I can’t remember.
Sadly, we didn’t win the prize of a pint of beer, it would have been gone too fast to remember anyway.
Sleeping in the hostle is not as fun as a night at a pub with good poets from Dublin and Cork. The beds are far too small for our tall men. They have to sleep like Abraham Lincoln did, apparently, slant-wise in the bed. I told them they should just take off their stove-pipe hats and sleep like a normal person. They didn’t think it was funny. I did.
This morning I went on my ‘Get to know the city Run’. Cork is very interesting in the AM. Like every other city in Ireland so far I have seen, they don’t REALLY wake up until 8 or 9. Running at 7 is perfect for watching the people stumble home or the city workers picking up from the day before. Everywhere I ran had an amazing energy from the Marathon that took place yesterday. So many people, all running for one goal. A marathon is something I truly aspire to before I am 30. (And hopefully, this year).
One thing Austin and I agree upon. Cork is like Seattle without the coffee and with much more Whiskey. The town seems a bit angry, like the man who could start yelling at a signpost for no reason and everyone thinks it’s perfectly normal. Alas, my Flynn heritage is from this region so I must take part of the blame, or at least yell at a signpost every now and again.
We grabbed a quick brekkie, BEFORE 10 AM! and made our way to a small town outside of Cork called Ballincollig. We performed two shows at a very interesting library for two VERY different groups of children. First, and all boys group that LOVED it, then a more tentative group that loved it even more. It was a wonderful way to start our paying gigs here.
Unfortunately, this day is tempered by some sad new from home about one of my sisters. Family is one thread I do miss and knowing that some of them are in pain/trouble/angst is exteremly difficult. However, I must turn my head to my task at hand, pray for the family I cannot touch, and keep moving and doing whatever I can for them.