Mea culpa, shílfeá.

Bhí muid faoi dhraíocht agus muid ag éisteacht leis an gcéad leath den Chluiche Ceannais inniu ar Radio na Gaeltachta, i mBuenos Aires; SBB ag déanamh cur síos fileata ar Ghaillimh agus an lámh in uachtar acu ar Chill Chainnigh. Thug a chuid focail misneach dúinn. Chreid muid go bhféadfadh siad é a dhéanamh. Ansin, nuair a chuir muid glaoch abhaile go Conamara agus nuair a chuala muid Deaideó ag rá go mbuafadh Gaillimh le chúig phointe, bhí muid cinnte go raibh againn. Ag leath-ama, agus Gaillimh chun cinn le trí phointe, bhí ócáid stairiúil ag titim amach. Chaith muid é a fheiceáil. Chuaigh me ag spochadh le cáblaí agus cnaipí ar an ríomhaire a bhí faighte ar iasacht againn go dtí go bhfuair mé pictiúr ar an teilifís.

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Dé hAoine seo caite, bhí lón agam le Br. Thomas agus Br. Seán, beirt Ghaillimheach le fios a ngnó maidir le cúrsaí spóirt na hÉireann, iománaíocht ach go háirithe. Tá Thomas théis dhá scór bliain a chaitheamh anseo, agus leath chéad bliain caite ag Seán. Bhíodar beirt ar bís agus ina gcéas faoin gcluiche. Nuair a chuala Seán gur imir Jack, nia le mo bhean, d’fhoireann na Gaillimhe f-21 sa bpeil i mbliana, rinne sé cur síos cruinn ar an gcuiche ceannais a bhí acu in aghaidh Ros Comáin. Ní tada sa lá atá inniu ann a bheith in ann coinneáil suas le chuile rud beo atá ag tárlú ag baile, ach nuair a tháinig siadsan amach anseo i dtosach, b’éigean dóibh éisteacht leis na scéalta spóirt a bheadh ar an BBC World Service ar shean-radió ag súil go ndéanfaí trácht ghairid éigin ar na cluichí CLG. Muna gcloisfidís tada faoi thoradh ansin, bheadh orthu fanacht seachtain iomlán le scéala a fháil. Ní chuimhneoidís go deo glaoch a chur abhaile. Nach h-iad na saolta atá athraithe!

Thug muid cuireadh do Thomas teacht ag breathnú ar an gcluiche leath-cheannais in aghaidh Thiobrad Árainn in éineacht linn, ach ní raibh sé in ann aige- an iomarca strusa ag baint le bheith ag breathnú! Roghnaigh sé ina áit dul ag guí sa séipéal agus píosaí beaga a chloisteáil de réir a chéile sna caiféanna thimpeall na cathrach. D’éist muide muid féin leis an gcluiche sin ag suí taobh amuigh ag café beag ar Sráid Pena, ag placadh bricfeasta agus an ghrian ag scoilteadh na gcloch. D’éist muid le chuile fhocal ag teacht amach as an bhfón a bhí leagtha síos ar an mbord againn i measc na gcupán agus na gcácaí; muid chomh ríméadach le bhfaca tú agus an tráchtaireacht aoibheann ag cur lenár stór smaointe. Rinne Gaillimh an beart an lá sin, ach inniu, agus muid ag breathnú ar na h-íomhánna siúd ar an teilifís, m’anam gur tháinig muid chugainn fein sách sciopthaí! Rinne muintir Chill Chainnigh slad orainn sa dara leath. Firíní beaga ag ritheacht thart ar an scáileán ar nós an dream a bhíonn’s ar PlayStation Dharragh. Bhí an tráchtaireacht ar an radió níos moille ná na pictiúir. Chaith muid in aer an radió. Chaill Gaillimh agus is cosúil gur ormsa a bhí an lucht. Bhí Darragh trína chéile. ” Ba cheart duit an radió a bheith fágtha ar agat. D’athraigh chuile rud nuair a chas tú ar an teilifís!” Mise a tharraing an mí-adh.

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Piece of cake

It’s still winter in Argentina, not that you’d know it. The season doesn’t officially change until Spring Day on September 21st but the fresh, sunny weather would put a smile on anyone’s face. The three of us were happy when we awoke early last Sunday morning, Children’s Day, and I was dispatched to get medialunas for breakfast. Dulce de Leche ones, preferably.

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There are three pastry shops within a block of our front door. One is right next door but since the weather was beautiful, I decided to walk round the corner to soak up the Sunday morning vibe. One customer was ahead of me so I browsed the bulging display cabinets. Within minutes the tiny shop was crowded with grannies buying box-loads of pastries. Shelves emptied as trays and trays were handed across the counter. I stood, waiting to be served, taken aback by the frenzy and sheer quantity of pastries purchased. Waves of grannies entered, jostled and were served as I stood gaping, becoming more impatient by the minute. I then noticed that my adversaries were holding numbered tickets. I spotted my mistake, elbowed my way through the hurly-burly to the ticket dispenser and tore off my number, E00.

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I edged back up the flank and positioned myself at the counter, waited, watched and most importantly listened for the next few minutes for my number to be called. Three white-aproned servers shouted numbers seemingly at random: 86, 78, 97. I was confused by my number. Was it cero, cero cero or cien (100)? I tried to listen above the hullabaloo but couldn’t discern any pattern until I heard 11,3,22. I’d missed out again. No longer smiling, I decided to retreat and went to the Disco supermarket across the road. Pastry purchase is a serious business in Buenos Aires.

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Early morning, Buenos Aires.

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It`s 7am in downtown Buenos Aires and the city is bathed in early morning light. The sky over Avenida Coronel Diaz is pink and the normally cream-white tower blocks reflect this rosey hue, as Porteños set off on their morning routines.

The city is alive. On Libertatores, eleven lanes of traffic wait at red lights as pedestrians race across, tracking their 29 second digitalized countdown. Black and yellow taxis compete with orange school buses for lane superiority. Yellow city bikes spin along cycle lanes, sharing with joggers. Dogs lovingly led through streets and parks, empty their bowels. Inside plush lobbies, parents wait with pupils for school transport.

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Wellingtoned doormen hose outside apartment blocks and high-end car show-rooms with sweet-smelling detergents. A silent predawn move has already taken place. Last night, I noticed many homeless under blankets. Colourless, camouflaged in their surroundings. In the dark they have gone. Evading light and early morning hose-downs.

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Newman rugby tour to Ireland and UK

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These are some of my final year students in Newman relaxing and drinking mate prior to their rugby tour to Ireland and the UK. They`re taking in a few matches at the Rugby World Cup including the Pumas opening match against the All Blacks. They`re convinced Argentina will win!!

Alot of students in Newman are interested in this blog so the lads begged me to include their photo. There are plenty of Irish surnames among the 87 students heading to Ireland so I`m sure they will feel right at home. Enjoy the trip!.