So, Matt and I unexpectedly went to Limerick on Wednesday evening. Matt got a call Wednesday morning from a recruiter that he had been in contact with for a few days saying the company she had forwarded his resume to wanted to interview Matt the next day in Shannon. So off we go! It was a 2 hour 45 minute ride across the country. And I do mean COUNRTY. Farmland. Three minutes outside Dublin City, nothing but sheep, cows, horses and green, green fields for miles around. And of course, ruins. Beautiful spoils of a by-gone age speckling the fields; sometimes only two walls left standing braced against the wind; the sturdier of them often incorporated into a more modern farm building or house. Beautiful. And no one else on the train even looked up half the time. We were both extremely glad to be going somewhere new in this little country that’s so packed full of heritage. There is SOOO much still to see, even though we have been here for 2 months (already), we’ve seen nothing outside of Dublin County. So, it was a treat.
We arrived at the Limerick station, and got a taxi…drove past a group of kids having a huge bon-fire in a park…. some May Day tradition of starting fires. Matt asked the driver if there had been a house there earlier…. we could see a door being burned. But, it was just a tradition. On to our hotel. We had made reservations over the internet that morning when Matt had got the call for the interview. Of course, “Welcome to Ireland, never heard of that internet reservation company.” So, they were already full (not including us) and were nice enough to call around and make us reservations at a (nicer) hotel around the corner. We walked there, and checked in. Asked the girl behind the counter what she really thought about life in Limerick. We had to ask because so many people say they would never consider living in Limerick, the last time we were here, and now. But, we hear others saying its just a bad old reputation from the past, flamed to blazing again by books like Angela’s Ashes. So, we asked. The receptionist says, “You never truly shake an old reputation, do you?” She loves it, and has never had any bad experiences in the town. Of course she proceeded to tell us what parts of town to avoid like the plague, as well. “You just really don’t need to go there”. So, that was funny. And what little we did see of the town was very nice. We didn’t have time to see the castle on this go around, because we spent most of our time in another little town nearby, called Shannon.
We went to dinner, and to sleep, because the interview was set for 11:00am the next morning a half-hour drive away. We’ve grown accustomed to not having to get up very early at all, so we wanted to make sure that we got enough sleep :) Called a taxi again next morning, and drove to Shannon, seeing more beautiful sights, and being filled in on Limerick/Shannon history by our driver. He also says that Limerick just has a bad rep. Something about an ancient family feud that the garda (police) stay out of. But, if your not involved, it doesn’t affect you. Don’t go looking for trouble and you most likely won’t ever see it. Although, like any city, there are places to avoid, just like the Projects, you don’t walk around waving money and yelling in your American accents about being tourists.
So, I wandered around the Shannon Free Zone (some tax free dealy) business park while Matt interviewed. It was a beautiful sunny day, so no problem taking a walk. Just nothing to see in a Business Park L. An hour and then some later, Matt came down stairs and found me. He says that the interview went pretty well, and the Tech person really grilled him, and he knew all the answers to her questions. The HR person was playing bad cop, and apparently smiled seldom, to never. Next day we met to the recruiter that got him the interview, and she said she had already gotten feed back from the company. She said she didn’t want to get his hopes up to high, in case….but that they had said positive things about Matt and she had heard negative things about other candidates she had put forward. So, that’s good.
Right now, Matt is sitting next to me looking at furnished three bedroom houses in Ennis, and Shannon that are priced in the $600 per month range. It would be so much cheaper to live there than in Dublin. But, we would probably need to get some kind of transportation.
The night after the interview, since we were already in Shannon, we went to the biggest tourist aimed thing in the whole south of Ireland.
Bunratty Castle.
It’s a big medieval banquet dinner set in the Castle’s great hall, complete with a harpist, a violinist, singing wenches, Earl of the Castle, and daggers to eat with, to supplement your fingers. And bibs. ;) It’s also central to a recreated Irish village. It goes from medieval time period dwellings to late 18th century. Most have been broken down from there original locations and rebuilt there inside the castle walls. So, it really was like a running village. Plus there are three donkeys, some sheep, and a couple of cows. And chickens that ran around free. There were supposed to be villagers too, but I think they had gone for the day; we came in kind of late. Of course, there were also shops that you could buy anything a villager might have needed, like bread, clothing, and pottery. And little Ireland key-chains, and maps ;)
Returning to the castle, we were greeted by the castles Bag-piper (never mind that its Scottish) led to the dinning hall, given a traditional welcoming cup of Honey Mead, told stories of the history of the castle (as though it were current), and seated at long benches with ten other people. Actually, we only had about 6 others with us. Did I mention the bottomless pitchers of wine? So, we got talkative :) Dinner came through in the form of a drinkable vegetable soup (yum), followed by bread, pork ribs (that even I enjoyed), chicken on the bone, with veggies, and finally a superb berry and chocolate dessert. They also passed around plates of snuff after the meal. Needless to say, we passed :) At some point during the dinner, a photographer came by and took your picture (so you could spend more money there buying it). Of course, we bought it. Eventually, when we get the other photos we took back from the cleaners (‘cause that’s where we go to get them developed :), we’ll scan them for you.
The violinist invited us up to the fake pub after dinner so we could show him a funny passage from a book Matt had just read that talked about the whole experience. It’s a neat book called Pete McCarthy’s bar. And the chapter called “Storming the Castle “ is all about this place. I think the musician was hoping to find something more specific to the music, but he was still very nice, and even used his own cell phone to call us a cab when it was time to retire.
The funniest bit in the book about Bunratty was that the locals all go to the “fake” pub inside the park, while all of the tourists go to the “real” pub (Durty Nelly’s) outside it. And it was absolutely true. We tested the theory. Actually we went back to Durty Nelly’s (where we had had lunch earlier) because it was one of our servers there that had been faxed the pages from the book I just mentioned and she lent them to us for the violin guy. Then met the guy back at Mac’s inside the park. And it was full of old Irish guys, and the entertainers from the show. Much nicer :)
So are you tired of reading yet? I know this has been a long page, but I’m not even done yet. I think I’ll save the anecdotes for tomorrow…
So, Matt and I unexpectedly went to Limerick on Wednesday evening. Matt got a call Wednesday morning from a recruiter that he had been in contact with for a few days saying the company she had forwarded his resume to wanted to interview Matt the next day in Shannon. So off we go! It was a 2 hour 45 minute ride across the country. And I do mean COUNRTY. Farmland. Three minutes outside Dublin City, nothing but sheep, cows, horses and green, green fields for miles around. And of course, ruins. Beautiful spoils of a by-gone age speckling the fields; sometimes only two walls left standing braced against the wind; the sturdier of them often incorporated into a more modern farm building or house. Beautiful. And no one else on the train even looked up half the time. We were both extremely glad to be going somewhere new in this little country that’s so packed full of heritage. There is SOOO much still to see, even though we have been here for 2 months (already), we’ve seen nothing outside of Dublin County. So, it was a treat.
We arrived at the Limerick station, and got a taxi…drove past a group of kids having a huge bon-fire in a park…. some May Day tradition of starting fires. Matt asked the driver if there had been a house there earlier…. we could see a door being burned. But, it was just a tradition. On to our hotel. We had made reservations over the internet that morning when Matt had got the call for the interview. Of course, “Welcome to Ireland, never heard of that internet reservation company.” So, they were already full (not including us) and were nice enough to call around and make us reservations at a (nicer) hotel around the corner. We walked there, and checked in. Asked the girl behind the counter what she really thought about life in Limerick. We had to ask because so many people say they would never consider living in Limerick, the last time we were here, and now. But, we hear others saying its just a bad old reputation from the past, flamed to blazing again by books like Angela’s Ashes. So, we asked. The receptionist says, “You never truly shake an old reputation, do you?” She loves it, and has never had any bad experiences in the town. Of course she proceeded to tell us what parts of town to avoid like the plague, as well. “You just really don’t need to go there”. So, that was funny. And what little we did see of the town was very nice. We didn’t have time to see the castle on this go around, because we spent most of our time in another little town nearby, called Shannon.
We went to dinner, and to sleep, because the interview was set for 11:00am the next morning a half-hour drive away. We’ve grown accustomed to not having to get up very early at all, so we wanted to make sure that we got enough sleep :) Called a taxi again next morning, and drove to Shannon, seeing more beautiful sights, and being filled in on Limerick/Shannon history by our driver. He also says that Limerick just has a bad rep. Something about an ancient family feud that the garda (police) stay out of. But, if your not involved, it doesn’t affect you. Don’t go looking for trouble and you most likely won’t ever see it. Although, like any city, there are places to avoid, just like the Projects, you don’t walk around waving money and yelling in your American accents about being tourists.
So, I wandered around the Shannon Free Zone (some tax free dealy) business park while Matt interviewed. It was a beautiful sunny day, so no problem taking a walk. Just nothing to see in a Business Park L. An hour and then some later, Matt came down stairs and found me. He says that the interview went pretty well, and the Tech person really grilled him, and he knew all the answers to her questions. The HR person was playing bad cop, and apparently smiled seldom, to never. Next day we met to the recruiter that got him the interview, and she said she had already gotten feed back from the company. She said she didn’t want to get his hopes up to high, in case….but that they had said positive things about Matt and she had heard negative things about other candidates she had put forward. So, that’s good.
Right now, Matt is sitting next to me looking at furnished three bedroom houses in Ennis, and Shannon that are priced in the $600 per month range. It would be so much cheaper to live there than in Dublin. But, we would probably need to get some kind of transportation.
The night after the interview, since we were already in Shannon, we went to the biggest tourist aimed thing in the whole south of Ireland.
Bunratty Castle.
It’s a big medieval banquet dinner set in the Castle’s great hall, complete with a harpist, a violinist, singing wenches, Earl of the Castle, and daggers to eat with, to supplement your fingers. And bibs. ;) It’s also central to a recreated Irish village. It goes from medieval time period dwellings to late 18th century. Most have been broken down from there original locations and rebuilt there inside the castle walls. So, it really was like a running village. Plus there are three donkeys, some sheep, and a couple of cows. And chickens that ran around free. There were supposed to be villagers too, but I think they had gone for the day; we came in kind of late. Of course, there were also shops that you could buy anything a villager might have needed, like bread, clothing, and pottery. And little Ireland key-chains, and maps ;)
Returning to the castle, we were greeted by the castles Bag-piper (never mind that its Scottish) led to the dinning hall, given a traditional welcoming cup of Honey Mead, told stories of the history of the castle (as though it were current), and seated at long benches with ten other people. Actually, we only had about 6 others with us. Did I mention the bottomless pitchers of wine? So, we got talkative :) Dinner came through in the form of a drinkable vegetable soup (yum), followed by bread, pork ribs (that even I enjoyed), chicken on the bone, with veggies, and finally a superb berry and chocolate dessert. They also passed around plates of snuff after the meal. Needless to say, we passed :) At some point during the dinner, a photographer came by and took your picture (so you could spend more money there buying it). Of course, we bought it. Eventually, when we get the other photos we took back from the cleaners (‘cause that’s where we go to get them developed :), we’ll scan them for you.
The violinist invited us up to the fake pub after dinner so we could show him a funny passage from a book Matt had just read that talked about the whole experience. It’s a neat book called Pete McCarthy’s bar. And the chapter called “Storming the Castle “ is all about this place. I think the musician was hoping to find something more specific to the music, but he was still very nice, and even used his own cell phone to call us a cab when it was time to retire.
The funniest bit in the book about Bunratty was that the locals all go to the “fake” pub inside the park, while all of the tourists go to the “real” pub (Durty Nelly’s) outside it. And it was absolutely true. We tested the theory. Actually we went back to Durty Nelly’s (where we had had lunch earlier) because it was one of our servers there that had been faxed the pages from the book I just mentioned and she lent them to us for the violin guy. Then met the guy back at Mac’s inside the park. And it was full of old Irish guys, and the entertainers from the show. Much nicer :)
So are you tired of reading yet? I know this has been a long page, but I’m not even done yet. I think I’ll save the anecdotes for tomorrow…
We arrived at the Limerick station, and got a taxi…drove past a group of kids having a huge bon-fire in a park…. some May Day tradition of starting fires. Matt asked the driver if there had been a house there earlier…. we could see a door being burned. But, it was just a tradition. On to our hotel. We had made reservations over the internet that morning when Matt had got the call for the interview. Of course, “Welcome to Ireland, never heard of that internet reservation company.” So, they were already full (not including us) and were nice enough to call around and make us reservations at a (nicer) hotel around the corner. We walked there, and checked in. Asked the girl behind the counter what she really thought about life in Limerick. We had to ask because so many people say they would never consider living in Limerick, the last time we were here, and now. But, we hear others saying its just a bad old reputation from the past, flamed to blazing again by books like Angela’s Ashes. So, we asked. The receptionist says, “You never truly shake an old reputation, do you?” She loves it, and has never had any bad experiences in the town. Of course she proceeded to tell us what parts of town to avoid like the plague, as well. “You just really don’t need to go there”. So, that was funny. And what little we did see of the town was very nice. We didn’t have time to see the castle on this go around, because we spent most of our time in another little town nearby, called Shannon.
We went to dinner, and to sleep, because the interview was set for 11:00am the next morning a half-hour drive away. We’ve grown accustomed to not having to get up very early at all, so we wanted to make sure that we got enough sleep :) Called a taxi again next morning, and drove to Shannon, seeing more beautiful sights, and being filled in on Limerick/Shannon history by our driver. He also says that Limerick just has a bad rep. Something about an ancient family feud that the garda (police) stay out of. But, if your not involved, it doesn’t affect you. Don’t go looking for trouble and you most likely won’t ever see it. Although, like any city, there are places to avoid, just like the Projects, you don’t walk around waving money and yelling in your American accents about being tourists.
So, I wandered around the Shannon Free Zone (some tax free dealy) business park while Matt interviewed. It was a beautiful sunny day, so no problem taking a walk. Just nothing to see in a Business Park L. An hour and then some later, Matt came down stairs and found me. He says that the interview went pretty well, and the Tech person really grilled him, and he knew all the answers to her questions. The HR person was playing bad cop, and apparently smiled seldom, to never. Next day we met to the recruiter that got him the interview, and she said she had already gotten feed back from the company. She said she didn’t want to get his hopes up to high, in case….but that they had said positive things about Matt and she had heard negative things about other candidates she had put forward. So, that’s good.
Right now, Matt is sitting next to me looking at furnished three bedroom houses in Ennis, and Shannon that are priced in the $600 per month range. It would be so much cheaper to live there than in Dublin. But, we would probably need to get some kind of transportation.
The night after the interview, since we were already in Shannon, we went to the biggest tourist aimed thing in the whole south of Ireland.
Bunratty Castle.
It’s a big medieval banquet dinner set in the Castle’s great hall, complete with a harpist, a violinist, singing wenches, Earl of the Castle, and daggers to eat with, to supplement your fingers. And bibs. ;) It’s also central to a recreated Irish village. It goes from medieval time period dwellings to late 18th century. Most have been broken down from there original locations and rebuilt there inside the castle walls. So, it really was like a running village. Plus there are three donkeys, some sheep, and a couple of cows. And chickens that ran around free. There were supposed to be villagers too, but I think they had gone for the day; we came in kind of late. Of course, there were also shops that you could buy anything a villager might have needed, like bread, clothing, and pottery. And little Ireland key-chains, and maps ;)
Returning to the castle, we were greeted by the castles Bag-piper (never mind that its Scottish) led to the dinning hall, given a traditional welcoming cup of Honey Mead, told stories of the history of the castle (as though it were current), and seated at long benches with ten other people. Actually, we only had about 6 others with us. Did I mention the bottomless pitchers of wine? So, we got talkative :) Dinner came through in the form of a drinkable vegetable soup (yum), followed by bread, pork ribs (that even I enjoyed), chicken on the bone, with veggies, and finally a superb berry and chocolate dessert. They also passed around plates of snuff after the meal. Needless to say, we passed :) At some point during the dinner, a photographer came by and took your picture (so you could spend more money there buying it). Of course, we bought it. Eventually, when we get the other photos we took back from the cleaners (‘cause that’s where we go to get them developed :), we’ll scan them for you.
The violinist invited us up to the fake pub after dinner so we could show him a funny passage from a book Matt had just read that talked about the whole experience. It’s a neat book called Pete McCarthy’s bar. And the chapter called “Storming the Castle “ is all about this place. I think the musician was hoping to find something more specific to the music, but he was still very nice, and even used his own cell phone to call us a cab when it was time to retire.
The funniest bit in the book about Bunratty was that the locals all go to the “fake” pub inside the park, while all of the tourists go to the “real” pub (Durty Nelly’s) outside it. And it was absolutely true. We tested the theory. Actually we went back to Durty Nelly’s (where we had had lunch earlier) because it was one of our servers there that had been faxed the pages from the book I just mentioned and she lent them to us for the violin guy. Then met the guy back at Mac’s inside the park. And it was full of old Irish guys, and the entertainers from the show. Much nicer :)
So are you tired of reading yet? I know this has been a long page, but I’m not even done yet. I think I’ll save the anecdotes for tomorrow…
Hey there everybody!
Great news! (although I question the propriety of blogging it...) My father has just been reinstated! Do a little happy dance for us all!
Matt and I are starving and exhausted from our train trip across country today. So, this will be brief, and I'll expand tomorrow....
The interview went well. The recruiter already got feed back from the company who said positive things to her about Matt, and negative things about other people she has proposed for the same position. So, that's better than we've heared so far. Of course, the hiring lady immediately left for a week long vacation. So we'll have to wait probably 2 weeks before we hear anything back on that score :(
But what 'cha gonna do?
We had a blast in Limerick and Shannon, but I leave the details to another day.....
cheers
Great news! (although I question the propriety of blogging it...) My father has just been reinstated! Do a little happy dance for us all!
Matt and I are starving and exhausted from our train trip across country today. So, this will be brief, and I'll expand tomorrow....
The interview went well. The recruiter already got feed back from the company who said positive things to her about Matt, and negative things about other people she has proposed for the same position. So, that's better than we've heared so far. Of course, the hiring lady immediately left for a week long vacation. So we'll have to wait probably 2 weeks before we hear anything back on that score :(
But what 'cha gonna do?
We had a blast in Limerick and Shannon, but I leave the details to another day.....
cheers
Today has been another one of those "If you don't like the weather, wait five minutes" kind of days. Pouring rain, to cloudy, to sunny, to blinding sunlight, to windy, to drizzly mist. I'm waiting for the hail and snow to be followed by the tropical breeze and flash floods. While it was raining, Matt and I ducked into a carvery (bar that serves made to order sandwiches and soups for a 3 hour period or so, at lunch only), and exited to glaring sun in which I had to take off my coat, scarf, and sweater, it got that nice and warm.
Here's a funny thing....
I don't know if we were supposed to or not....but...
We filled out the Irish Census report last night.
Only because the guy that we are renting from was convinced that we were to be included in the whole thing because we were under his roof at the time that the census report covers (April 28th, after midnight). Even if we are still only temporary visitors, we are paying him rent....so, we became persons "4" and "5" in his household. I think Kahn (our land-lord) is a touch worried about the $2500 fine for forgery or lying on the form. So, we willingly complied, becoming perspective users of the Irish tax revenue that will be ear-marked for use based on that report. None of us were sure if Matt and I were supposed to be included, so, we said "hey, why not?"
Today we woke up bright and early and headed out for the first of 2 interviews slated for today. One with a recruiter who just wanted to met Matt (and actually asked him if he'd be willing to move to London, because he has clients there, and its much easier to get a work permit, so Matt says sure), and one with another recruiter that we had already been in touch with before. She has a few new things for Matt to look at and wanted to do it in person.
If everything goes as scheduled, tonight we will be heading for Shannon via train to be in place for yet another interview (this time with a real flesh and blood, brick and mortar COMPANY!!! put your hands in the air!!! okay, you don't have to) to take place there tomorrow morning. I'm doubly excited because we finally get to see something outside of Dublin County, and because it seems to be a very promising job. From the sounds of it, the recruiter says the main worry for the other company is that they think Matt (being from the Silicon Valley) is going to demand a huge unrealistic (for the Irish community) salary. She says that she has assured them over and over that that will not be the case, so they now want to interview him. I kinda starting to feel like if its not now, its never. That may not be the case, but its MAY 1st ALREADY!!!! So, we wait with baited breath.
Like I said, I'm just excited to be seeing more of the country, finally. Even if Matt doesn't get the next interview, or even the job, I won't feel like its a wasted trip. And, if he does get it, it would be so much cheaper to live in Shannon than in Dublin. That much we've learned. Plus, it would be more like the rolling green hills and sheep and stone walls and old castles (that haven't been turned into night clubs, hotels, tourist info stores, or restaurants) instead of the sprawling suburbia that is Dublin City. Although I do love it here. And I would hate to pick up and leave yet another congregation. At least, I know there's always another congregation waiting for us. Not to mention that I know will fall in love with whatever new local we are in, and the whole country only takes 3 hours to cross, so we can always come back to Dublin to visit everybody :)
Next time I post, it may well be from the other side of this foggy little Island. We should be back in Dublin by Friday, in time for our bookstudy.
If our train is on time.....
Here's a funny thing....
I don't know if we were supposed to or not....but...
We filled out the Irish Census report last night.
Only because the guy that we are renting from was convinced that we were to be included in the whole thing because we were under his roof at the time that the census report covers (April 28th, after midnight). Even if we are still only temporary visitors, we are paying him rent....so, we became persons "4" and "5" in his household. I think Kahn (our land-lord) is a touch worried about the $2500 fine for forgery or lying on the form. So, we willingly complied, becoming perspective users of the Irish tax revenue that will be ear-marked for use based on that report. None of us were sure if Matt and I were supposed to be included, so, we said "hey, why not?"
Today we woke up bright and early and headed out for the first of 2 interviews slated for today. One with a recruiter who just wanted to met Matt (and actually asked him if he'd be willing to move to London, because he has clients there, and its much easier to get a work permit, so Matt says sure), and one with another recruiter that we had already been in touch with before. She has a few new things for Matt to look at and wanted to do it in person.
If everything goes as scheduled, tonight we will be heading for Shannon via train to be in place for yet another interview (this time with a real flesh and blood, brick and mortar COMPANY!!! put your hands in the air!!! okay, you don't have to) to take place there tomorrow morning. I'm doubly excited because we finally get to see something outside of Dublin County, and because it seems to be a very promising job. From the sounds of it, the recruiter says the main worry for the other company is that they think Matt (being from the Silicon Valley) is going to demand a huge unrealistic (for the Irish community) salary. She says that she has assured them over and over that that will not be the case, so they now want to interview him. I kinda starting to feel like if its not now, its never. That may not be the case, but its MAY 1st ALREADY!!!! So, we wait with baited breath.
Like I said, I'm just excited to be seeing more of the country, finally. Even if Matt doesn't get the next interview, or even the job, I won't feel like its a wasted trip. And, if he does get it, it would be so much cheaper to live in Shannon than in Dublin. That much we've learned. Plus, it would be more like the rolling green hills and sheep and stone walls and old castles (that haven't been turned into night clubs, hotels, tourist info stores, or restaurants) instead of the sprawling suburbia that is Dublin City. Although I do love it here. And I would hate to pick up and leave yet another congregation. At least, I know there's always another congregation waiting for us. Not to mention that I know will fall in love with whatever new local we are in, and the whole country only takes 3 hours to cross, so we can always come back to Dublin to visit everybody :)
Next time I post, it may well be from the other side of this foggy little Island. We should be back in Dublin by Friday, in time for our bookstudy.
If our train is on time.....
P.S. Congratulations Lawanda and Randy!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
We wish we could have been there to celebrate with you :(
From what we hear, it was a beautiful wedding,
Happy marriage!
Matt, and Sabrina
We wish we could have been there to celebrate with you :(
From what we hear, it was a beautiful wedding,
Happy marriage!
Matt, and Sabrina
So there we were last night, standing at the edge of the sidewalk, waiting to cross the street on our way home from dinner at Surma (our favorite indian place)...we start joking about something we've recently learned (as we gaze down at the puddle near our feet)....Its a fineable offence to do a drive-by splash on a pedestrian here.
I think you can guess what happens next.
The very next car to pass, splashes us up to our thighs with lovely shiney greasy street puddle rain water. We thought fleetingly of getting the guys license plate number, but were laughing to hard. Besides how could you stand that close to the street puddle talking about the anit-splash law, and not expect to get hit?
That was a cold walk home....
Matt is sitting to my right, typing away sending C.V.'s (Resumes to the americas) out across the wonder that is the internet....Still no bites for actual interviews. Monday is Matt's day to bug recruiters that tell him they are sending his C.V. to companies. We inevitably get told that they are still waiting to hear back from the company....the whole process seems to take about three weeks, near as I can tell. And so far we have't made it to the end...
That job the brother in our hall was talking about helping Matt get, is in sales, in case I didn't mention that...So, Matt is hesitant, since he has no real sales experience. Even so, He'll give anything a shot.
But, like I said, as of May 4th, we will still have another month to try to get ourselves grounded.
And where there's a will, there's a way.
We've been going out more and more with witnesses from the congregation lately. I'm flabergasted at how inviting they all seem to be. I think out of 80 or so people, there's only about 2 we haven't talked at length with. And every Sunday there are more visitors to meet. Last Sunday two brothers who sat in front of us were visiting from the New York Bethel. Visiting their sister in our hall (they are all originally form Buffalo). So, we got to do our part to make them as welcome as the congregation has made us :) Like I said I'm amazed at the friendliness of the hall. I've never been in a hall that automatically invites you along to join them in whatever they are doing (ie: dinners, plays, movies) just because you are around. And its not like we were standing there when they were invited so they had to invite us, either. They run up to find us so we can come to. And they'll come and pick us up too!
I love it here!!!!!!!!!!!
Now, if I can just find rides for service....
Again, for the millionth billionth time, I really hope we can stay so you can all come and visit us too...
Or maybe we'll end up teaching english in Italy or something... they need help in the English congregation in Milan I hear :)
I think you can guess what happens next.
The very next car to pass, splashes us up to our thighs with lovely shiney greasy street puddle rain water. We thought fleetingly of getting the guys license plate number, but were laughing to hard. Besides how could you stand that close to the street puddle talking about the anit-splash law, and not expect to get hit?
That was a cold walk home....
Matt is sitting to my right, typing away sending C.V.'s (Resumes to the americas) out across the wonder that is the internet....Still no bites for actual interviews. Monday is Matt's day to bug recruiters that tell him they are sending his C.V. to companies. We inevitably get told that they are still waiting to hear back from the company....the whole process seems to take about three weeks, near as I can tell. And so far we have't made it to the end...
That job the brother in our hall was talking about helping Matt get, is in sales, in case I didn't mention that...So, Matt is hesitant, since he has no real sales experience. Even so, He'll give anything a shot.
But, like I said, as of May 4th, we will still have another month to try to get ourselves grounded.
And where there's a will, there's a way.
We've been going out more and more with witnesses from the congregation lately. I'm flabergasted at how inviting they all seem to be. I think out of 80 or so people, there's only about 2 we haven't talked at length with. And every Sunday there are more visitors to meet. Last Sunday two brothers who sat in front of us were visiting from the New York Bethel. Visiting their sister in our hall (they are all originally form Buffalo). So, we got to do our part to make them as welcome as the congregation has made us :) Like I said I'm amazed at the friendliness of the hall. I've never been in a hall that automatically invites you along to join them in whatever they are doing (ie: dinners, plays, movies) just because you are around. And its not like we were standing there when they were invited so they had to invite us, either. They run up to find us so we can come to. And they'll come and pick us up too!
I love it here!!!!!!!!!!!
Now, if I can just find rides for service....
Again, for the millionth billionth time, I really hope we can stay so you can all come and visit us too...
Or maybe we'll end up teaching english in Italy or something... they need help in the English congregation in Milan I hear :)
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