So Tuesday morning at 7:20 my handsome son Ross drove me to the airport. This was the face (and hair) that was to be the last familiar one I would gaze on before heading to Ireland. This is one of the faces I will miss.
|Entrance to Glencree|
Right now I am in a temporary room - the last years volunteer corp have not all left. I am up in a 8x8 foot room in the attic with one tiny skylight window. I'm not complaining mind you, just reporting the facts. I should more into my "bigger room with real windows" in a week or two when one of the women leaves for her home in the Netherlands.
So far I am the second person to arrive of the 2010/2011 group; with one more arriving tonight. I have been told we are quite the International bunch with people from Tanzania, Brazil, Mexico & Sri Lanka. We have an all ages crew too - with me being the "Grand Dame".
Later this afternoon I will begin my photo journal of Ireland - thank God for digital media!