While studying abroad, we had the choice to volunteer or what we looked at more as making connections, with any community foundation in the town of Spiddal.  I along with three other girls walked down to the nursing home, about a 7 minute walk from our place of residence.  The head nurse was Katie.  Katie was one of those people who the minute you met her, you could tell she was passionate about her job, and not only her job, but the people included in it.

The first time we went, we massaged the elderly people’s hands with lotion.  Kendra and I got to know a sweet lady with the name of Anne.  This was the first time and was more of getting to know the elderly. 

The next two times I went, was on a Wednesday.  They have activities to keep the residents involved and feeling good about themselves. Some of the activities they had was, singing, painting, and exercises in the chair, tossing a ball and answering questions, and playing with a parachute. Some of these activities keep the residents muscles loose.  The lady who came to sing with the residents sang mostly old Irish folk songs. I was only able to recognize a few of the tunes.  Some of which were, Galway girl, Danny Boy and a few others.   The other activity we did the other day was tossing beach balls to the residents.   One of the beach balls had questions on it, and when their hands caught the ball, they had to answer that question.  This was my favorite activity that we helped with as we were able to get to know the residents even more.  I found out that one of the ladies was 96 years. Almost every time we walked into the nursing home, this resident would be reciting a poem that she learned years ago.  As she said it, she would say it with such joy and enthusiasm, that no matter how many times the workers had heard her say it, they always had a smile.  My favorite part of making connections with these people, was learning a little about what they have to go through every day and seeing how much joy the staff bring to them and they bring to the staff.  The one thing that I won’t forget, was, when this man was asked what was one thing he was looking forward to.  His reply was: “Going to heaven”.   I learned a lot from this experience and was very thankful for the opportunity to meet such friendly amazing people.

The Squad

cuddling in the cold

    I never thought I would find myself in a group of students with absolutely nothing in common but yet so tight that people may feel threatened when seeing a group of 17 American students.  At the beginning of this adventure, I found myself a tad worried that I would not fit in with any of these students. However, little did I know that each and every one of them would inspire me to be myself rather than just a copy of who society wants me to be.
    Several of us have had some things go on back at home with family members that we each had to deal with, but we were not dealing with these problems by ourselves as we had 32 arms for hugs, 16 hearts for healing, and 32 ears for listening.  There never has really been any drama, or mad bashes of fights, however, when eating, sleeping, traveling, hanging out and going to class with the same people, tensions can happen and tiny annoyances will occur, and even though at the end of these three months I am ready for a change in people, I know that not two weeks will pass and I will be missing these students.

Regans 21st surprise party

My birthday dinner

My birthday dinner continued..

studying together

family football 

Fun Adventures

walk to Spiddal

Climbing crew

Miranda's surprise hen party

However, one thing that most definitely changes the mood is weather. On the one day where the sun shines and the skies are deep blue, more smiles and laughs are present.  Some of the unique activities we all have done as a group together, include surprise birthday parties, potlucks, deeps sea fishing, surprise Hen party,  football and frisbee, walking to the ocean at night,  movie nights and going out on the town together.  One night Kendra and I decided to walk to Galway and back which was a 5 hour walk in total.  Well having long tangly hair at the time, I got fed up wit it, so we stopped at a local store on the way home, bought hair cutting scissors,bread and fancy cheese.  That night, I handed the scissors to Kendra, and 3 minutes later I  had short hair.  The biggest key with these students is including everyone and no matter what, have fun, even if plans fall through.  Without these amazing people, my study abroad experience would have been very different.

Do you ever find yourself in a place where you feel at home and your heart feels happy? You then think to yourself, yeah, I could be happy here. This place just happened to be Westport, Ireland.  Granted it could change as I plan to go everywhere and find many more happy places, but for now, Westport is my happy place. 

 

 

 

 

 We started driving through these astounding hills and valleys.  I was a little disappointed as it was cloudy starting the day out.  However, a little prayer can bring the sunshine out if you just have a little faith.  And with that, the day was filled with beautiful clouds and blue skies. The sun sent its rays out on the hills and colored them with a yellow green grassy color and the rocks casted shadows behind them leaving you with a beautiful polka dotted landscape.  as we kept driving down the winding Irish highways, we had to stop a couple times for sheep in the middle of the road and a little lamb estranged from its mother.  A couple times we would drive around a hill and suddenly I would have to take in a deep breath to realize the beautiful landscapes I was witnessing. 

 

 

The waters were like glass, reflecting every gentle breeze in the branches. I could see the vibration of the colors in the water.  We stopped along side the road to take pictures of the high hills with clouds creeping off the tops, water falls and rivers winding and cascading down the side of them and sheep grazing at the bottoms. We soon drove along to Kylemore Abbey.   We stopped for about 20 minutes, took pictures then hopped on the bus and soon we drove to the base of  Ireland's tallest mountain.

 

 

 Croagh Patrick Mountain.  It is a holy pilgrimage that people go on, but only on certain days of the year.  Nine of us brave souls however, decided to cease the day.  We sweated, struggled, tripped, and fought long and hard up that big old hill (since Ireland doesn't technically have mountains).  We made it to the top of that "mountain".  Right when you thought you were halfway there, you only found out you still had another hour to go.  With wet, loose rocks and practically on all fours because of the steep, vertical incline, we reached the top.  The view was absolutely breath taking.  There was a church at the top.  Looking beyond for miles and miles and miles, you could see the ocean, rolling hills and little towns.  By the time we made it down the mountain to sea level, it was easier to breath but our muscles felt like jelly.  As soon as everyone made it down the mountain(4 hours later), we drove into Westport.

  Westport is a cute little town with a town center and a river cutting it in half with delicate bridges and beautiful walkways.  We walked on the 25mile trail behind town but only for about 3 miles.  It took us on a winding pathway weaving between tall tree forests that breathed in the wind.  We then came along to Westport House.  A very beautiful Victorian house. I could picture women in their intricate lace dresses and lavish hats, walking on the stony paths looking at the water and sitting under the shade of the broad old twisted trees.  There was a field of sheep behind the old house and a trail that led us out of the countryside right into the center of town.














 Westport has my heart. The scenery and all the water and greenery around Westport was picture perfect.  When one would think of Ireland with rolling hills, grass, sheep and water, one is basically picturing Westport.