the truth is discovered

So my weekend visits in Belfast further confirmed my earlier suspicions... I am supposed to be a princess. I really think that I could enjoy spending my days reading in the garden and enjoying fruity drink served to me by distinguished gentlemen--- hosting elegant affairs and dancing under the stairs... greeting my guests from the stone staircase... and waving softly... elbow elbow... wrist wrist wrist.... why do I know that if I am not to be a princess someday??? Ughhh... I suppose my patience will only make me better royalty! These are a few pictures that I took on satuday.

I also went to the market on Saturday with Grainne's mom (mum for all of the Irish readers). It reminded me of the north market a bit. I started thinking... having my philosophical moment in the Belfast castle garden how so many things are similar here. Not the same, but close with a different spin on it. It is actually quite comforting. If homesickness ever strikes me, this may be the most difficult part of the trip.. close but no cigar! We'll see. I also started thinking when I come home I need to start taking advantage of the things that Columbus does offer... so watch out friends... you are all sure to be dragged along!