Wednesday, July 8, 2015

Dublin day 5

This morning, Abby and I made plans for our day.  We needed to check out of the bed and breakfast place and come to the hotel that the tour group is staying at because our tour begins today.  We tried to figure out if we could leave or bags at the bnb so that we wouldn't have to carry our bags around Dublin.  The lady couldn't keep our bags so we ended up carrying them around Dublin. It wasn't too bad after all and it allowed us to just go straight to the new hotel after our final destination instead of having to come back to the bnb place. 

We started the day off by going on a tour of the Jameson whiskey distillery.  It was really interesting to see how whiskey is made and how it is different from other countries' whiskeys. At the end of the tour, we could taste Jameson, an American whiskey and a Scottish whiskey.  I had no problem with the Jameson but the other two I couldn't finish the drink. 

The Jameson distillery is in the building right behind/above abby.


Whiskey that is different ages.  The older it is, the less space it takes up in a barrel and the darker it is.  Bottom left is recent and top right is oldest.

The whiskey goes through three distillers three times to make it pure. 

Time for the taste test 

Cheers!

I don't know why my legs look weird in this pic haha

Abby didn't like it.. It was ok for me

Interesting fact:  "sine metu" is on each label, which means "no fear" in regards to taking chances when needed.  In the past, whiskey was sold by the barrel and they took the risk of bottling it and it became more successful.  Also, a man and a woman is prints on each label to recognize all the people who worked at the distillery. 

Then we boarded the bus to go to Hard Rock Cafe.  This is the second cafe we went to on this European tour.  


Upside down car on the ceiling!


Dublin's city buses.  Dublin is champ with providing free wifi access.  You can find free wifi anywhere in the city, even on the bus!

We bossed the bus and got to the hotel that we would've staying at.  We had some time to relax and I took a nap before taking off to the deaf village.  I was puzzled what a "deaf village" is.  When I arrived, I found out that it is kinda like a one stop center for everything related to deaf people.  They have deaf sports office, deaf club, religious services for deaf people, advocacy office, etc.  They also have a museum.  




They have a picture of different people signing the alphabet 

Former chirch, where the museum is at now.

Of course, sports is a part of each deaf culture.  Sports banners 

Amplification equipment 

Inside the church

Painting of "last supper" done by a deaf man

Aerial photo of school 

Now this school is not in use anymore.  

The village is located on the property that used to house the school for deaf boys.  Deaf girls went to a different school, a 5 minute walk. The boys school used sign language while the girls school was oral. 

 The center of the map is st Mary school (girls' school) and st Joseph school (boys school) is on the bottom of the map. 

Interestingly enough, since the schools were separate and the students didn't really mingle, the students developed their own signs and couldn't understand each other when they got together after getting out of school. 

I had the opportunity to chat with some local deaf people.  It was really interesting to chat with them.  We could understand each other and had a decent conversation going.  I found out that although the students back then lived close to the school, they had to stay at the dorm.  Also, each school (boys and girls) had 400 or so students.  

After visiting the museum, we ate dinner at the village consisting of hamburger, potato salad, egg salad, and salad.  

We had an opportunity to share stories of growing up deaf or in a coda family.  

I like this quilt made by the conference planners. 


Close up 

visiting and local coda group picture 

Mountains in the horizon 

Today was much better weather wise.  It was breezy and the sun even came out a few times!

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