The funniest things can happen in Ireland. Like that time I was waiting for the bus and a man approached me and asked if I was Spanish or Italian and then told me the story of his life, which basically was something along the lines of him making the resolution of learning a new language for the new millennium, him actually learning Spanish and eventually moving to somewhere in Catalonia to teach English and have much fun doing paragliding or whatever, him coming back to Ireland but missing Spain a lot. He even had a joke to tell in Spanish. I wondered what story he would have told me, had I said I was Italian. Anyway, that didn't happen on that day.
It all started in the morning, when I poured some boiling water on my hand when preparing my morning tea. Oh, did it burn. My hand was hurting all morning and sometimes even the still air would make my hand sore. That day was rather hectic at work and I went for lunch a bit later than usual. I was chatting with some colleagues I had never talked to before and just before returning to my desk the cook came to compliment me on my hair. 'Oh, it looks lovely. Did you straighten it yourself?'. 'Ehm, yes, thank you!'. Later, the girls explained that he has a thing for hairs and hadn't he been a cook, he would've trained as a hairdresser. I had to do some overtime but when I finally went home I turned on my laptop and looked for flights to Switzerland for a long weekend. I was going to book them separately and after booking a ticket from Dublin to Basel my laptop decided it was about time to stop working. And there I was, with a one-way ticket to Switzerland and no laptop to book my return ticket.
And that's the story of how my laptop finally powered off. After eight years and five countries, my laptop and I parted ways. He was a good laptop but I could see this coming for a long time. It was years since he started making a terrible noise and for that I nicknamed him 'the helicopter'. Seriously, it was so bad that when I once had an interview via Skype my interviewer asked if I was living near an airport. But he was a good laptop. I asked to live at least until I finished writing my master thesis last summer and he survived for even another year after that. It is not going to be easy to replace him, I don't even know where to start looking (any suggestions?).
That's one of the reasons why this space has been so quiet during the summer. However, it wouldn't fair to blame it all on my laptop. I've been quite busy in the last weeks, out and about. Either Boyfriend was here or I was there; either I was daytriping outside Dublin or staying in Dublin for summer bbqs; and I even spent some quality time with a childhood friend who booked a family holiday in Dublin. So, yes, I've had a good summer and all that resulted in an impromptu blogacation (blog+vacation, you know). I have quite a few stories to tell you but I have to figure out how to continue blogging until I get a new laptop. Maybe I should give mobile blogging a go and see what happens, though I'm afraid my posts will be more talk and less pics. Or maybe I should blog less until I get myself another laptop and can edit photos again. I will see. Do you have any tips to blog from mobile devices? How do you organize your blogging?
Have a lovely week, y'all!