Bittersweet moments

 We have made it to the last weekend of this trip. This week has been very bittersweet. I am ready to go home, but I do not want to leave the people that I have met while I have been here. Seamus Heaney wrote a poem called Scaffolding. He talks about how scaffolding is put up to ensure that things are stable when we are building something. When you take them down, the poem says that there is a solid wall, there when you take the scaffolding down. That is what has happened with the people that we have met here.

We have put up these crutches to help us build relationships while we have been here and find friends. While having these up, they have helped not only me but the university as well. For me it has helped me to make lifelong friends whom I look forward to coming back to see, but with my family next time. For the university, it has helped us to rebuild the connections that we need to have so that the program can flourish. As we leave though, we have been taking them down and seeing the beauty of a friendship that we have built. When they come to say goodbye, it is not going to be easy, but one thing I know for sure is that this is not goodbye, this is just a see you later! 

Heavy with Memories

"Too heavy with memory, too light to forget." This is a line within Yeats's poem titled "To Ireland in the Coming Times. He wrote this in a time when the country was divided, the North and the rest of the island. The past is heavy, but it is not something that they can forget. I feel like I can hold this close to home. my time here in this country is coming to an end, and I am 100% sure heavy with memories. There have been so many experiences that I have had while I have been here that I am excited to take home with me and to carry with me for the rest of my life. 

When an event happens, there are key things that tend to stick with a person or as a group as a whole. While being here, I have had these events, key events that I am excited to take home with me. One of the first things that really stuck with me was our arrival here in Dungarvan. The fact that all of these people had no clue who we were, but they were so welcoming and were not afraid to tell us to reach out. This has happened all throughout the trip, people being so welcoming. One of our Irish friends has told me that if/when I come back, they have a spare room that I can stay in. 

The memories of all the sights that we see are things that I am looking forward to remembering for years to come. I have seen things that I never thought I would see in my life, and I have gotten to take the time while on this trip to take it all in and reflect on it when I am home with my family. These things go as vast as the vast landscapes that we have seen in the West to the big cities such as Dublin and Cork. 

One of the final memories that I will always look back on is the time that we have had with each other. There has been ups and downs but, in the end, we can look back on the times we have had together and the activities we have taken part of as a group as a whole or in smaller groups. Overall, this trip has left me with so many memories that I will look back on for years to come!

Being awake in the culture

 "Had I not been awake, I would have missed it." This is the title and a line of a poem by Heaney. I feel like this best describes the time that I have had while being in this country. I feel like sleep can represent two different things here. One of them is actually sleeping. The other is not taking in the world around you. These days it is so hard to not be alert when you are in a place, and I feel like that is because of our phones. We tend to be so absorbed in them that we do not pay attention to what is going on around us. On this trip, that was not the case for me. I did not have an international service plan, so unless I had Wi-Fi, I could not use my phone. I feel like that was the best choice that I made. I was not asleep. I was able to view everything that was happening and able to appreciate it as it was happening. 

Another positive of this was that I really got to know people. Not just the people that I traveled here with, but those whom we have met while being here.  The other night was a prime example. We were invited to a bar, and there were musicians playing music, and it was nice to just sit and listen. I was awake and able to immerse myself in the culture, and for that I am so grateful!

I love a good festival!

 This past weekend was the Waterford Festival of Food! As part of our study abroad trip, service at the food festival was one of our duties! "Through intricate motions ran/ Stream and gliding sun/And all my heart seemed gay:/Some stupid thing that I had done/Made my attention stray." These words resonate with me as I look back on this past weekend. The sun was shining, and even though we were sweating through our sweatshirts, I would not change the experience of this weekend. It felt like the weekend went by fast and not much had happened, but it was quite the opposite. So many things had happened that were catching my attention as the weekend went on. 

On Saturday, I was stationed down at the Dungarvan Castle. This is where all of the children's activities were located. There were carnival rides, a petting zoo, face painting, a couple of food booths, and many children's activities that were going on throughout the day! I was mainly just there to make sure that if any children were to get lost, I could help them find their parents, or if people had questions, then I was there to answer them. Ella was also assigned to me on these duties! It was actually a lot of fun! The sun was shining, and it was really just a perfect day. After our festival duties were over, we changed and went back just to be spectators. There were so many people. The food vendors were located down along the quay, so it was a little tight, but overall, it was nice to walk through and see everything that was happening. 

On Sunday, she and I were back on volunteer duty, but this time we were where the vendors were, and we had the same duties as the day before! It was a little colder on Sunday, but it was still very enjoyable! Festivals are something that I enjoy very much, so being able to be a part of this festival meant a lot! I do not think, though, that I was expecting to be as big of an event as it was! So yes, my attention may have strayed because of all of the lovely food and culture that I was surrounded by, but I was happy, and to me, that is all that mattered 

Cork City Jail

 One thing that has been interesting to me is true crime. It can either be watching it, reading it, or learning about it! This is part of why I am a criminal justice major, and that is what has brought me to Ireland. One of my classes is to compare the criminal justice systems between America and both Northern Ireland and Ireland. With that being said, our adventure as a class yesterday was to Cork to visit the old city jail. This jail was in operation from 1824-1923, which means that it was open during the country's civil war to gain independence from Britain. A little history of the prison. It held women, children, and men all at once at one point of its working life. In the year 1878, it became a female-only prison, but that changed during the revolution to house both male and female inmates, just keeping them in different wings. 

It was a very interesting place to see. There are parts of it that they have kept updated so that people can visit since it is now a museum, but there are some parts of it that they have left to deteriorate and let the elements take over. In a way, this is a symbolic way to show the kind of life that the prisoners were living when they were in there. They were forgotten about and left to sit with very little good treatment. Within the poem Easter 1916, it talks about the Easter Rising and how people were changing because of the cause, and they wanted their freedom. He says in the poem, "He, too, has been changed in his turn, Transformed utterly." Within this line, he says that a man whom he has either seen or known has changed or been transformed because of the conflict that is going on, almost like he has changed for the worse, or was it for the better, because he was fighting for his country. These were the kind of people who were held in this jail during the war of independence. Those were doing what they had to do for their country and in the end, they ended up in jail. 

Amsterdam Flowers and a Blackberries Life Cycle

 As part of our Amsterdam trip, one of the stops that I had to make was to see the flowers. The Netherlands as a whole is known for its flowers, so it was a must! When planning, we did not know if we were going to go out to the fields or what we were going to do! With some further research, we found a floating flower market! It was free to go see unless, of course, if you bought something, which I did. 

In the poem "Blackberry-Picking" by Seamus Heaney, he wrote, “At first, just one, a glossy purple clot/Among others, red, green, hard as a knot." In this poem, he is talking about going out and picking blackberries, and how some are at different stages in their growth than others. The poem also talks about the life cycle of the berries, from how they look when they are ready to be picked to when they are rotting. The same could go for the flowers in Amsterdam. At the market, they were all different, both in their sense of color and the amount that they had grown. No matter what, they were beautiful! When it comes to the life cycle of the flowers, we saw them at their peak. 

I think that it is important for us to look at everything, no matter what stage it is in, as beautiful. That is what is happening in this poem, and I feel like this is something that everyone should be able or at least try to do! If we did this, I think that we would all have a different perspective of things that may be at the end of its life. 

Van Gogh and Art

While in Amsterdam, we were able to go to the Van Gogh Museum. Being in that museum, it was really breathtaking to see the work of Van Gogh. We learn about it in art classes, but to be able to see it in person was an experience I never thought I would be able to experience. Within one of Seamus Heaney's poems titled "Making a Picture," he wrote "Between my finger and my thumb/ The squat pen rests;/ snug as a gun. / I’ll dig with it." 
When there, you can really see the effort that he puts into his work and how much it means to him. I feel like this poem is a good example of that.  Heaney reflects on the act of creation, making art as a kind of anchoring in the world.

I think this is important because without art, the world would be boring, and I take that to include all kinds of art. I could not think of a world without paintings, but not only that works of art like books, music, and poetry. Things like this make the world pretty, and being in the museums, this was really something that I was able to see. Like everything else, this is something that I am so glad that I got to experience. 

Trials and Tribulations

    So, this past weekend, 5 of my friends and I chose to travel to Amsterdam, Netherlands. It was a great experience and a very fun weekend. We went to the Van Gogh Museum, took a stroll through the Red-Light district, went into a couple of other museums, and went to see a floating flower market. As well as just exploring the city and seeing where we ended up. It was a Thursday through Sunday trip starting in Dublin Thursday night, so we could get our early morning flight on Tuesday. May I brag that that flight cost only 13 euros! As much as we would have liked it to go smoothly, there were some bumps in the road. We thought that it would be interesting to call them the trials of Amsterdam, and we kept track of them! Might I add that none of these are really serious, but they are fun. They are as follows! 

The Trials of Amsterdam

Trial 1
-Finding the right bus stop
Trial 2
- Being able to get on the bus (the big green bus)
Trial 3
-The bus hits a truck (yes, we were fine)
Trial 4
- Nicole’s phone died, so we can't check into the hostel
Trial 5
-4-hour bus ride (should have been 3 hours) + Grace clawing at the window
Trial 6
- Stuck for forty minutes on da plane
Trial 7
-Dutch ice cream and French fry shop. We couldn’t read the menu.
Trial 8
- The fire alarm got set off in the hotel, and we had to evacuate. The first exit we went to wouldn’t open, so we had to find another exit. (It was a false alarm, but still annoying)
Trial 9
-Finding Dunkin’ Donuts
Trial 10
- Dodging airplanes on the tarmac
Trial 11
- We don’t know which big green bus to get on
Trial 12
- Grace sings “Wheels on the Bus” while we all suffer from heat stroke
Trial 13

-Trial by fire. This bus is too hot to sustain human life. We still have an hour left on the way back, and there is a biblical amount of traffic. The 9th circle of Hell. Fuck Dante and fuck his Inferno.  

As you can see, they were not very serious, but we thought that they were funny. Within W.B. Yeats' poem "The Stolen Child," there is a line that says, "For the world's fuller of weeping than you

can understand." We understood that there is a lot more hurt in the world than our little trials within a small trip, and there are sometimes when we cannot understand to the extent of what people are going through in other places. As we have learned, the Irish people have gone through so much, so for us this is very minuscule. Any way we had a great weekend, and I am glad that I was able to go on a trip out of Ireland. 

Family

    Family, to me, is one of the most important things. When I told them that I was going on this trip they asked me if they could come and visit. Out of all my family, my dad's parents were able to come and visit. Before they came to Dungarvan they traveled out west and spent some time in Dublin. My weekend with them started by going to trivia with them which was a lot of fun. On Saturday we took the day and explored Waterford. We did a tour of Bishops Palace and Waterford Crystal. On Sunday, we just spent time together and I was able to make them lunch and play board games which was giving me a sense of home. 

    When reading through poems that I felt could resonate with my weekend with them it was "Follower" by Heaney. Overall, the poem is about him growing up and his father was the one who had to take care of him, but as his father gets older, he is the one who has to take care of his father. In a way, I was able to do this for my grandparents. When I was younger, they were able to guide me and show me around when I did day trips with them. I was able to do this for them. I could show them around and be a guide for them as they were for me. They really mean a lot and to be able to give them that experience means the world to me.  

Controversial Opinions

"Wine comes in at the mouth

And love comes in at the eye;

That’s all we shall know for truth

Before we grow old and die.

I lift the glass to my mouth,

I look at you, and I sigh."

Being in Ireland it is only right to talk about alcohol. While being here I have had the privilege of visiting both the Guinness Storehouse in Dublin and The Midleton Distillery which is the home of Jameson. This may be a controversial take, but I am not a fan of either, hence why I can relate to the poem " A Drinking Song" written by Yeats. I can specifically relate to the last line of the poem where it states, "I look at you, and I sigh." 

    I really wanted to do my best to enjoy them but to me, they were just not as enjoyable as they were to other people. When it came to the Guinness, I am not positive about why I was not a fan, but I think it was because of how dark it was and how strong of a wheat flavor it had. I already knew before I came here that I was not a fan of whiskey, but I told myself that I was going to give it another chance. Within the tasting, there were three different types of whiskey that we could taste: Jameson, Powers, and Green Spot. I am going to be clear they were all nasty to me, but if I had to choose one, I would choose the Jameson. Did I like them, no, but was it an experience that I will forever be grateful for, yes! 

The Coast

  Growing up the beach has always been an important part of my life. My family vacationed to many different beaches where so many memories have been made. Watching my aunt and uncle get married on a beach in the Dominican Republic. Even as far as going to Presque Ilse in Erie, both with my grandparents when I was a child or going there with my friends on the weekends during the fall semester. No matter what It has been the coast and beach has meant something to me. So when I read the words of Yeats in his poem "The Meditation of the Old Fisherman" I felt like I could relate to the whole poem. 

Within he is talking about a boy who has never had his heart broken by t
he water playing in the waves and just being able to be happy.  These words really stand to resonate with me. No matter what age i have been the water on the beach and the waves crashing have brought me peace... even all the way in Ireland. When we were at the Giants Causeway and sitting on the rocks just looking out at the horizon, it brought me peace. All of the issues that it felt like I was having tended to just disappear. Yes, there was not a beach there but it was just being on the coast. 

The same goes for when I took a walk yesterday along the river here in Dungarvan. I was sitting in Starbucks and was stressed about the amount of homework that I had to get done within the next week. I decided that I just needed to walk and see where my feet took me. I explored. I walked around town and went into shops that interested me, but if you can guess where this is going. My feet, and heart, lead me to the coast. I just ended up standing there listening to the birds and the breeze blows my hair. Like the poem says i felt like there "was never a crack in my heart." When I realized that I needed to get back to reality, I walked along the water until I could not anymore. It was the peace that was needed after a
long week. 

A Whole New World

 

"I composed habits for those acres

so that my last look we be

neither gluttonous nor starved. 

I was ready to go anywhere."  

Today is a month that I have been in the country of Ireland. I have laughed, cried, smiled, made new friends, built stronger connections with others that I had, and maybe bought one too many pints! The poem by Heaney that I feel best describes the time that I have had so far is " Land" which is quoted above. 

While being here I have brought myself to form habits and to have a schedule. People are starting to look familiar to me and I am not only getting to know the country better but Dungarvan better! I have seen sights that I never thought I would see. I experienced things I never thought I would experience and have enjoyed every moment of it! I will not lie there have been the hard parts, like missing family and friends, and not being home for family events both good and bad, but this is not something that I would ever want to take back! 

It is wild to think that we have only been here a month! We have 4 weeks left in this wonderful place! In that time I get to help two of my friends who are here celebrate their birthdays, celebrate Easter, get to have a visit from my paternal Grandparents, travel to Amsterdam, and those are only the things that I have planned. That does not include spontaneous decisions! I can not wait to see where the time takes me! 

CJ in Kerry

 Being a criminal justice major, anything true crime or anything really related to that catches my attention! So when we were doing a bus tour in the Ring of Kerry and the bus driver mentioned that a man had gone missing, it really caught not only my attention but also my friend's. This was one time when I was really interested in what he had to say! He explained that there was CCTV camera footage of him in Killarney on the 22nd. There were also reports that he took most of his money out of his account and bought a prepaid phone. This man was a farmer in the Kerry area. We actually passed his farm and saw the Garda searching his fields and property not only that but they have called in the Kerry Mountain Rescue to look for the 56-year-old man. Tony, the other bus driver was telling us at a stop that the search and rescue has gone as far as emptying the vats where they store that cow poop, once they clean it, up just to make sure that he was not in there. At this point, the man has been missing for eight days. 

I will not lie, connecting poetry to an event like this can be very difficult, but going through the works of Heaney his poem "The Return". There are no specific lines that I feel can really explain the situation that I am talking about but I feel like this poem has a connection to the topic.  The return being talked about in this is not just physical, but also an emotional and psychological journey. We can only imagine what this man is going through while he is missing. Not only that but if he has family or even friends how is this affecting them. Overall, this is a sad situation and I can imagine it can be difficult for anyone involved. 

The Gift of Gab

"Not the language of the speaker,

But the words that take their time,

Coming slowly from the earth,

Like bricks that build a wall

To keep the voices inside." 

    These are the words of Seamus Heaney in "The Speech of the House" even though this is not specifically talking about the Blarney Stone I feel like it can have some significance to it! For a little bit of background for those who do not know if you kiss the Blaney Stone then you are said to get the gift of the gab. When I told people that I was going on this trip one of the first things that they asked me was if I was going to go see the stone. The first line of this poem really speaks. S
o many people come from so many different parts of the world to kiss the stone. It is well-known that no matter where you come from people go so that they can get this gift! 

    Not only this but the third line also speaks to the experience that I had while we were there. You have to climb up the castle. You may think that it is an easy walk up, that's definitely what I thought but oh was I proven wrong! It is a round stone staircase that is very steep! When you finally get to the top of the stairs you feel like you are out of breath and your legs are sore but not only that you feel like you are coming out of the earth! It seems like you can see for miles after you exit the top of the tower made of the brick walls that had just encapsulated you! 

    Overall the experience is something that was that will give you an adrenaline rush! So you have to sit down on the ledge and then lie down. As you do this you have to grab the two bars they have for you to hold on to. Not to mention that you are leaning over an open grate that you can see the ground below you! At least for me, it feels like it goes so fast but it was actually something fun to do and be able to say that I was able to do! 

Baby Lambs and Dingle Town!

     To continue our trip to the West Coast of Ireland, we explored the Dingle Peninsula! To be very honest, the day we did this was one of my favorite days on the West trip so far! We took most of the day to explore and do some sightseeing. There were only six students and two of our professors on the bus that I was on so therefore we were able to really play the day by ear! Our first stop was so that we could stop and hold baby lambs! It was something that most of us on the bus had wanted to do for a while so when the bus driver asked if we wanted to stop it was a given! Holding that lamb was one of those moments that you can never forget, it brought so much happiness to not just me but all of us! 

    One of our other big stops was a beach, but it was not only that there was a mountain that we could climb. We were quite literally walking on the sheep's path up this mountain. Boy was it worth it though! The views from the top of that mountain were breathtaking. I know that I have said that about many of the views I have talked about but it is true for all of them! In a poem written by Seamus Heaney called "The Peninsula" he says "When you have nothing more to say, just drive/ For a day all round the peninsula." Oh, and did we drive. We just explored the peninsula. If we saw a place that we thought was pretty we would stop! Not only that but when we got back to town we explored the town and just to see what we could find! These are things that I love to do I find them to be very relaxing! Heaney later says "And drive back home, still with nothing to say" On our way back to the hotel I was thinking that this is a place that I would love to stay not only in Dingle but in Ireland as a whole! There is nothing else to say other than this country is so beautiful! 

Potatoes and a yapping bus driver

"The famine was long, and the years were grim,
The fields lay empty, the future dim.
Yet, from this grief, the land will rise,
A testament to survival that never dies."

 Since we have been here there has been a lot of talk about potatoes. Sometimes they are talking about fries but most of the time they are talking about the famine. a quick history. There was a famine in Ireland lasting from 1845 to 1852. At this time most of the potato crop got what is called blight and did not survive. Because of the blight, they were not able to grow crops on the land that was already infected so there for they could not grow potatoes. This was a huge tragedy that led people to either leave the country or end up dying from hunger. The Irish though are not afraid to talk about this because it was a major part of their history. There are many memorials all over the island remembering those who struggled. 

Anyway while we were on our way to Kylemore Abbey this last weekend our bus driver was feeling very talkative. Most of the time it got a little annoying but at one point I found it interesting. We were driving through the countryside and he pointed out bumps that were on the side of this one hill. There were patches of them everywhere. He went on to explain that on the side of the mountain, those bumps were where during the famine people were trying to grow potatoes but they were still getting the blight, and because of that the land was affected and got these bumps. I thought that it was very interesting. Something that affected people so long ago is still showing reminiscent in the land.

I feel like the poem above by Heaney describes both of these anecdotes well. The famine happened so long and and the fields are still lying empty with the land that is risen from all that time ago. I feel like this shows even though time moves on some things can still stay the same.  

The Cliffs of Moher

 " Did sea define the land or land the sea?/ Each drew new meaning from the waves' collision./Sea broke on land to full identity." Seamus Heaney wrote these words in his poem "Lover on Aran". Yesterday I visited the Cliffs of Moher. It was a sight to see. When you look down it feels like the sea below is miles away. Not only could you see the waves but you could also hear them as you looked at the views! It is interesting to think about the sea. Normally when I think of the sea I think of beaches and warm weather. The cliffs were quite the opposite. it was very rocky and as the poem says it was almost difficult to see where the water ended and the shore began. 

Overall this was an experience that I would never trade. The views were absolutely unbelievable. I have seen and traveled to some great places some of which being the mountains in Romania and the gorgeous landscapes of the west in the states! What they all have in common is the beauty
that they share. I found myself just staring there looking at these cliffs feeling like nothing was wrong with the world. That there are no issues back at home. Really all that I could think about was how do some people not like nature. These views are possibly once in a life time views and while I was there I took all of it in around me.

Am I living an Irish princesses dream?

 During my time in Ireland, I have seen a multitude of castles. I have been making the joke that I am living my princess dream. Growing up I would always watch Disney Princess movies and would think about how wonderful it would be to to live in a castle! In a poem by Yeats called "The Tower". Within the poem, he seems to talk about the life that is going on i and around the tower! "Rose from the table and declared it right/ To test their fancy by their sight," when I read this I think of the rose from Beauty and the Beast and just the fact that there are rooms in castles that have a lot of greenery and are very elegant looking. Kilkenny Castle describes this well. The rooms within those walls were absolutely gorgeous and fancy!

Yeats also goes on to state "Before that ruin came." This also goes along with many of the castles that we have seen. Many of them left to become ruins. Those are the ones that make your mind wander. What parts of the building are missing? What events happened within these walls? What did the decoration look like? These are all things that have crossed my mind when I see these ruined buildings! I believe that everything has a story, whether that all of the pieces
are still there and you can read it clearly or if you have to use a little bit of your imagination when you see the remains. No matter which one it is there is beauty in both places!

An adventure to look back on

 So last weekend me and my friends decided that we were going to rent bikes and ride on the Waterford Greenway! This is a beautiful trail that goes through the countryside and along some coastline starting in Dungarvan and travels 26 up to Waterford. We decided to do half of the trial which was 13 miles, yes you counted right it was 26 miles overall! The scenery that we saw along the way was absolutely breathtaking! We saw a beautiful coastline, and not much later we arrived at the tunnel that is pictured! Leading up to this there were rocky walls that were covered in moss and what looked to be fairy doors on either side! It was gorgeous! These are memories that will hopefully last a lifetime! 

In the poem "When You Are Old" by Yeats he wrote, " When you are old and grey and full of sleep,/ And nodding by the fire, take down this book,/And slowly read." Obviously, I am doing this blog but I am also doing a personal journal that I am physically writing down. Before I left I did a lot of thinking on how I wanted to go about doing my personal journal! Having an adventure to look back on is fun and I enjoy it even more when it is in a book! An important Heirloom within my family is my great great uncle's journal from World War 2 explaining all of the places that he went! Connecting this to the poetic words that Yeats wrote, when I am old I want to be able to share the stories and adventures that I had during my time while I was in this beautiful country! I hope to make it back one day but if I do not I want to be able to remember the time I had while I was here! I also want my future kids to possibly one day be able to read about these adventures! 

Trivia at Minnies

 So, sometimes, the most impromptu decisions create the best memories. Last night was one of those times. 

This is my first blog post ever so bear with me for the first couple of posts to try and figure it out. Anyway, I am studying abroad in Ireland for about 8 weeks! 

Anyway back to last night. We were supposed to go experience our first hurling match. After walking to the field we realized that we were given the wrong date, so a group of us decided to go back to the Park Hotel and have a drink before some were supposed to go to trivia. I was not in the original group of people that were supposed to go, but what took very little persuasion Dr. K convinced me that I should go! And boy am I glad that I did! When we got there everyone was so welcoming! We were in teams for this event so I was paired with two of the guys on our trip. In total, there were eight rounds. The first three rounds were general knowledge questions. The fourth round was a music round and if there is one thing I know it's music! There was a short intermission where Minnie's provided snacks and of course, while we were playing I got a pint of cider! 

During the intermission, a lady walked up to me and introduced herself as Kate! I proceeded to ask her what the money from trivia was going towards, I was made aware that it was for a cause but I was not sure what the cause was for. She simply told me that the money was going towards mission trips through the church. I explained to her that I have been on three mission trips myself so this cause was very near and dear to my heart. We talked for a while about both of our experiences that we have had with mission work! I think that it is very mysterious how God works. I was not planning on attending last night, but I did and I ended up helping to support a cause that I really cared about! 

Within the poem that we talked about in class "The Song of the Happy Shepard" there is a line that I feel really connects with the experience that I had. The line says, "Words alone are certain good." The words that convinced me to go to the pub were good! The words that were exchanged between Kate and I were certainly good! I feel that it is interesting how words from either a poem or words that are spoken between two people can mean so much even if so little is said!

We learned that trivia is an every Thursday thing, so maybe this will be a weekly topic! My group and I didn't end up winning but it was definitely a good time, and memories were made!  

Until next time!