Good news! My first quarter at Delft is over. Bad news! The next quarter begins immediately afterwards. I really strained myself physically and mentally for these last exams, and a short holiday is exactly what I needed.
Fortunately, my eldest cousin, Andrew, decided to get married so that I could have a weekend off in Ireland. The wedding was located in Cork, a city in the very south of Ireland. Nothing quite symbolizes Ireland's national drinking problem like a cork at the bottom of a wine sack shaped country.
Ireland met my expectations; the Guinness was amazing, the food was simple & delicious and the people were talkative & friendly. The wedding itself was really well done. All my British family members were there, so it was a mixture of pleasant and overwhelming to meetup with them. I think I struggle to get along with Brits, they've all got such a thick layer of forced politeness burring their real emotions that its almost impossible to have a conversation at a level deeper than fluffy small talk. I regret to say that I shut off during the wedding and selfishly made as much 'me time' as possible by going on multiple lone walks around the country side. I'm not sure when I transformed into such an antisocial introvert, but I'm sure my uncompromising hatred of small talk, suits and arbitrary cultural conventions played a large part.
Next stop, Holland. Next stop for my Dad and Uncle... also Holland.
