Marcas invited me up to his house for dinner. When Marcas is here his parents rent a cottage and the whole family comes down together. Marcas teaches the lower level class.
Before dinner we went out for a walk together. Marcas' friend Colm came along, too. Colm has no Irish so we have to speak in English when he is around. I know that irritates Marcas.
We walked up the hill from the cottage where they are staying. The rain had stopped earlier in the day but there was still plenty of clouds in the sky and gusty wind. We walked for about 45 minutes in the direction of the Atlantic then turned around and walked back to the house for dinner.
Marcas' mom is the cook. His dad is a dentist but he is retired. They are both well educated people and have a lot to say about the situation in Belfast where they live. It was good to hear the perspective of people who live there.
We had a really good dinner. His mom baked fresh local salmon and made mashed potatoes and mashed turnips to go with it. I was put in charge of making the white sauce to go with the fish.
4 comments:
Next time invite me so Colm can speak English with me. Glad to see that you had a break in the weather for a nice walk with pictures.
I love your photo of the great red-spotted sheep goats. So elusive, so haunting.
Is this a picture of a Donegal home or the place where the class is held. Why did Scott have to leave for home?
@reyrey: I invite you every year. Scott went home because he had been in Ireland for 6 weeks and needed to get back to work.
The house picture is just a nice picture - don't read too much into it. (If you recall Sinead from Vancouver stayed there one year)
@Ms. Grace: Everybody loves the sheepy goaty things.
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