Back at home in Indiana, waking up to snow is not unusual. I’m sick of the winter, so I probably would hate the sight of snow even if it were to be expected. Waking up to a snow-dusted Ireland this morning was a quite unpleasant surprise. I thought the irregularity of snow in Ireland would be a one or two day exception every twenty years or so, but I guess I was wrong. The sight of snow was also unwanted in the fact that we have to walk to church. This coupled with the fact that I was tired, I honestly contemplated the old standby of Bedside Baptist. I was already out of my warm toasty bed, so I decided to go to church. I went with a few people to Greystones Community Church. We walked through the slush—that had nothing on the nastiness that we have back home—up to the main street.

I found it mildly ironic that the church was located in the same place as the concert I went to on Friday night. I don’t think I’ve ever been to church in a place where the bar was ten feet away and within eyesight. Actually, I know I never have been. Once I got past that first impression of the church’s local, I loved the service. Because of the snow, Ireland practically shuts down. This meant that the normal pastor wasn’t able to make it in. The music was great, and, given he had a few hours notice, the assistant pastor (not sure on his actual position in the church) had a good message over Psalm 13.

The afternoon finally felt like a normal Sunday afternoon. Many of the girls took long naps after lunch, and some of the guys went into Greystones to one of the coffee shops. I sat in the Coffee Room and read. I finished my book There’s No Place Like Here (which is a very strange read. It’s by the author of P.S. I Love You, which was a really good novel.) I started on a paper we have to write by Friday and read a little bit of the book that our Friday midterm is over.

Dinner was an Italian olive oil pasta, chicken, and bruchetta. For dessert tonight we had an amazing apple crisp. After eating, some of us girls—and the couple boys we roped in—watched two episodes of the 7th season of Gilmore Girls. I’d never watched it before, and I have to say that I have a headache from such a high-paced show. I enjoyed it, but I think I’ll stick to Lost, CSI:, House, and Grey’s Anatomy.

We started small groups tonight. We just met and found out who was in our groups. There are four small groups total—two girl groups and two guy groups. I think it will be good. (Except for the fact that the guys decided to start late and therefore decided to kick us girls out of the Coffee Room, so we couldn’t use the computers with Internet.)

Now sitting sipping spiced chai tea, I’m getting a little sleepy. I should probably finish reading A Faith for All Seasons, but I know that once I start reading it, I’ll be out. Maybe I’ll go see if they’re going to start a movie up soon.