First off, it is soooo funny how I am famous here. When I visit a school, they think I am Madonna, and when I visit a refugee camp, Angelina Jolie. No joke! I am really getting a taste of what it feels like to be famous. Not just the reception from the common folk, but I get rushed into a meeting to meet whom I want, and everyone clears the way. I am in for a huge reality check when I get home.
Last night, I went to the Irish ambassadors house for St. Patricks Day. I dare someone to one-up me on this one. :-) I almost cried when the ambassador was talking about Ireland, its people and the history. These are my peeps. I felt very at home. I felt both of my grandmothers giving me their blessing.
I met this Minister of Women, Gender and Children Affairs last night- pictured above. She is the equivalent to someone in Obama's Cabinet. I am one level away from my goal and plan on accomplishing this one. The only people that believe I can do this are the ones I work with everyday here. They have my back. I have bets going with some friends here and I plan in it paying out big time.