the sky looks pissed. the rain talks back.

A storm is coming. I see it on the eastern horizon. Every couple of minutes there is a thunderclap. Even though it will mean being confined indoors, I hope it finds it's way to Corrymeela. Because it's more fun to sit inside with a cup of tea and listen to the rain pour rather than sit inside because you don't have anything else to do.

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As it turns out, it did rain. Poured and poured. I wrote that bit yesterday after I came back from a walk right before dinner. It started sprinkling at 7:30ish. But there was a group of us that were determined to go get ice cream. So we did. A young man by the name of Ethan, who was here for the week to interview as a long term volunteer next year, had a car. There were six of us in a five seater. We squished ourselves in there, but it was loads of fun. Maud's Ice Cream shop has probably some of the best ice cream in Ballycastle and maybe all of Northern Ireland. It is a chain ice cream brand so I guess that's not hard when they are all other Northern Ireland.

So by the time we ventured the one mile or so from Corrymeela to the centre of town, it went from sprinkling to pouring. We ran across streets and jumped over puddles and made it inside to the safety of the delicious sweet treat of Maud's. We laughed in the face of lightning. Smirked at the glaring eyes of the thunder.

When we got back, I convinced the group to play telephone pictionary, the beloved game of the Westmont theatre department 07-08. I also was persuaded to give 3 back massages. Word spreads quickly in these parts when all you did the day before was help out someone whose back hurt from vacuuming all day for housekeeping.

Today has been somewhat of a lazier day. I think I'm getting sick again. My throat hurt when I woke up this morning but it didn't look red until a few hours ago. I started reading the Cecelia Ahern book I got in Belfast, but I'm bored with it. The plot doesn't change much. The same stuff keeps happening to the characters over and over again. Even though the characters change, they are starting to annoy me more than anything else. High Fidelity was so much better.

I am flying back to America in a month. This is quite strange. What is also quite strange, I've been saying "grand" more and more. You'd think I was in Northern Ireland or something.