Greenland Calls my name!

Back in Ireland after two years. Dublin remains much the same, but the commercial McDonaldization continues to spread into the otherwise pure city.
We landed at 9 AM Irish time (4 AM Eastern Central US) and made for the hostel. By 12 we had shopped, made lunch, settled in and were off to see Trinity College Dublin. I am a little week on my feet, partly due to the exhaustion of graduation/ goodbyes and a cross oceanic flight! It's all worth it though.
I wish I could describe the smell of the long room to you. It's like... well, perhaps you don't have my obsession with old books? Think of your favorite smell wafting toward you from afar. Now, think of being in your favorite place. Combine the two. Now mutliply by 10 and compact it all into a three story, 200 foot long room built just to suit your taste and subconscious... I wander that room and all of my dreams are brushing against my ankles, welcoming me home.
If I ever dissapeare, first check the Young Republicans of Carson-Newman College. If it turns out they didn't murder me, look for me in the Long Room. I may be past out somewhere neer the Yeats collection.
They were also having a special exhibit on both the book of Kells (amazing early Latin translation of the first four gospels) and on Sherlock Holmes and the Golden Age of Detective fiction.
Sherlock was my first literary crush. He even predates (and outlives) Mr. Darcy. Who wants undying affection when you can have footprints and cruel wit?
That's not healthy, but I'm tired.
We discuss Oscar Wilde today in class ("class" means us sitting down and talking about the days reading) and I will have to control myself from weeping "he's beautiful!" over and over.
Alright, I am utterly exhausted and will ramble until dawn, but it's rude to use the public computer for too long. If you are reading this, chances are I love you immensly and thank you for taking the time to worry about me.
The green continues tomorrow- Vikings!
Cheers,
Hannah.a.m.o.Depp.