I stopped at the pharmacy on the way home to get some passport photos. The pharmacist asked if I'd been home yet and told me that my wife had been waiting for me. I returned home and Ginnie and I had a nice dinner together at Casa pasta. Now we are in our B&B listeningto the wind howl through the chimney.

Then I continued up the road until it seemed that I was far away from our B&B. But the roads are not square with the world. They wind around so much that I later discovered that I was less than 1/2 mile from our B&B yet even locals showed me the long way back (2 miles?)

After lunch Anne showed us two apartments. The first was a cozy 2 bedroom townhouse with a garden in the beautiful seaside town of Malahide. The second was a bit dodgey, not terrible, just too much like failed suburbs in the states. Swords is known for its airport, and soon to be built supermall and landfill. It just didn't seem as nice. So we decided to take the apartment in Malahide. Later that day we returned and ran into one of my coworkers from Malahide. He

suggested a few restaurants but we decided to celebrate our successful house hunt with Sushi, Yakitori and Ice Cream at a Japanese restaurant.

We took the train downtown to see if we could find "Peats" the computer/electronics store where we could get what it takes to make our stuff work here. The man in the internet cafe said that the huge statue of Parnell at the end of the road has his arm outstretched and points directly at Peats. When I arrived at Peats, I saw that it was a mixture of a high-end U.S. electronics store and a hobbyists electronics store from the 1960s. They didn't have many computer accesories but they did have build-it-yourself geiger counters, voice activated alarms, voltmeters and record players (Kids, CD's used to be huge, black disks that crackled when you played them.)

Ginnie visited a couple of fabric shops. Accessories for sewing (quilts...) seem to be hard to find here. We wandered past a multinational food court (turkish, japanese, french...) and had dinner at a Persian place. This is a great place for people watching, the chairs are along the window, but beware, those outside are watching you too! A flower vendor noticed that Ginnie was in need of a rose. I thought so too.

Ireland is a great place for watching people. You see people of all ages and of all characters walking everywhere. While walking to work I see freckled children being bundled up and sent off to school, during the day I see young ladies and men from Ireland and elsewhere walking, laughing and talking on their cell phones, in the evenings I see old men with wool caps and umbrellas walking in the fog.

Ginnie says hi from the internet cafe!