So I'm in Dublin

We're into the first full week of our FIU-Creative Writing at Trinity College, Dublin and it's a nice sunny day in this part of the Irish Isles. That's a rare thing to say because it has been somewhat overcast and rainy most of last week. My poetry workshop is going great--only eight students and they all seem eager to create. There's even an 80 year old gentleman from Miami named Ted who says he wants to jump-start his writing. The jet-lag is going away and now slowly letting in the Dublin-nublid. (What's that, dublin-nublid? it's the je ne se qua of what makes you feel like you're in Dublin.) We have a private suite at Trinity which overlooks the lawn tennis courts of the college called Botany Bay. Lots of intense dreams visiting in the night. Must be the history of the place. I like beds with lots of history. Being inside the walls of the College does feel like an island where learning fills the lungs. Outside the gates the bustle of industry is loud while inside one can actually contemplate what needs to be contemplated.

STREETS IN DUBLIN WALKED IN ORDER WALKED
(so far)

Grafton
Nassau
Dawson
Anne
King
William
Dame
Wicklow
Andrews
Trinity
Crown Alley
Liffey
Abbey St. Middle
O'connell
Henry
Swifts
Westmoreland
S Great George
Exchequer
Pearse
Westland Rw