March 27th

Is the day I leave the states for precisely 63 full days and 2 1/2 days where I will be stuck in a flying box just me my ipod and 60+ complete strangers for so long I don't want to count. For those of you who have had the misfortune of not hearing my current itinerary in person here it is.
I fly into London on the 27th and stay in a swanky house with my friends aunts family for a while, then I will somehow end up in Oslo, Norway where I will embark on a journey. This particular journey involves a train, bus, boat, and train again and is said to be one of the top 20 train rides in the world. I will hop off the train in Bergen, Norway where I am going to meet Gunnar and his family. Gunnar is my 3rd or 4th cousin that my nifty Grandma found on the internet in '98 and has been conversing with over email ever since.
After what I imagine to be an amazing trip to Norway I will head back to London or to Scotland and hang out for a few more days before I reach the reason I am finally leaving the country in the first place...Ireland.
In Ireland I am first going to a teeny Island that only inhabits about 100-150 people to work on an organic farm for a week or two. On this particular farm they have a ton of goats that I will help take care of and possibly build a fence around. This brings me to possibly the greatest fear of my trip: no, not falling off the cliffs of moher or getting lost in an English speaking country...no, not even close. My biggest fear of this trip is goats milk! It just seems so gross, granted I left my vegan life a few months ago and have been drinking cows milk since I still find it a little gross. Goats are cute, but goat milk? ... ew. The farm is even noted in both Lonely Planet and Let's Go travel guides as having the creamiest GOAT ice cream in Ireland so I think I might be offered some while I am there since they are probably very proud of this achievement....poor goats.
Anyway, after recovering from ingesting goat products I am possibly going to travel around Ireland and do touristy things or head to Dublin and hang out with some classmates before we head to the Glenn. The "Glenn" is a nickname for the village we will be staying in named Glencolumbkille, and "we" is a nickname for my 37 classmates and 2 faculty who are going to occupy several cottages and a dorm at Oideas Gael, a language school in County Donegal.
For 5 weeks we will have language study every morning and other classes throughout the day. The Glenn and the farm in County Cork are both in designated Gaeltachts, where Irish is the official language, which is why I have been trying to learn as much of the language as possible
After the five weeks in the Glenn are up I will head back to London for a night to catch my flight on May 29th back to the states, but instead of going back to Olympia I decided to mix it up and stay in New York City for a while. Unfortunately school is not over once I am back, I get to write a 30 page paper on Ireland as theory and Ireland in practice while surrounded by all these amazing things to do and amazing people like my brother and friends I haven't seen since Thanksgiving when I was last in the city. After I finish my paper I plan on hanging out in Coney Island indefinitely...but I really want to check out Boston, D.C. and Philly(for more than an hour this time) while I'm on the east coast if my wallet allows.
Finally on June 25th I leave NYC and come back to reality in Oly where I have to find a job for the summer so I can pay rent again.
So that is my current itinerary, aren't you glad you know now! Lucky for you, you didn't hear bits and pieces as they were being planned out over the past few months while I look up from travel guides to tell you another interesting fact about goats...and Ireland.