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SCHOOL TOUR
ROME
OCTOBER 1999

Every year the students of Holy Cross College embark into the unknown, into a foreign way of life the only remote features of home are the friendly surroundings of the teachers and friends.

This year the venue was Rome. We were off to a promising start with the unscheduled burst tyre of the reliable Finnegans coach. Check in at Cork Airport was quick and the plane took off on time. Although Heathrow was another story after a delay of three hours we were off to sunny Rome. In Heathrow I think Christina was trying to prepare us for the worst with the purchase of her “smelly feet” socks, but that was the last we smelt of it.

As the plane touched down in Italy the heat was the most prominent change form our own native land. We only had one incident at the Airport. Kathleen and Patricia lost their luggage but it was recovered and back to them the next day but I assure you they were not looking at the positive side of the situation as most were really looking forward to a quick shower although there was a serious lack of working locks and people walked freely regardless if the shower room was vacant or not!!! (John - Michael demonstrated so perfectly it must be the first thing that he did himself without copying!!)

After our exciting showers we set out on our exploration of the adventure filled city. After a mini marathon Sr. Consilio demonstrated her traffic stopping skills. We finally sampled the fine cuisine of Italy. Take my word for it we would make nicer Italian food than they do. After we were allowed to explore Rome by ourselves many availed of the fabulous designer clothes shops. The glamour of the Italian natives is a standard which many Irish fashion shows have yet to reach. I don’t think our fashion impressed them which they made sure we understood with the helpful shop assistants spraying various perfumes at us, (which Kathleen or Noreen will be quiet happy to explain about).

All though most Italians are so helpful with the continual statement “Thata way”. There was one day we were left to explore St. Peters on our own, but warned to be at St Peters Square at 2.00 p.m. When we discovered that we didn’t have a clue where we were going we began to ask the various guards around the museum, only to get a standard response of “Thata Way”. That’s fine but when they all point in a different direction is where we ran into serious problems. David O’Connor discovered the problem with an experimental question of “Sorry, where is Florence” and with the again standard response “Thata way”, that is serially ironic when Florence is on the opposite side of Italy.

The highlight of our tour took place that night when we discovered the Spanish steps a fleet of about 530 steps which hosted an array of shops, restaurants and thee most annoying venders. Although we did get lots of bargains including stress busters which the teachers made great use of towards the end of our trip. Over the next few days we visited various famous monuments such as the Colosseum, The Fourom, and the Frontana de Trevi, which all were too hard to describe in a few words but every night we retreated back to the Spanish Steps for a night of fun and craic with the natives. The fun did not stop there though and after the long trek back to the hotel we all piled into the same room for a long nights gossiping and partying into the early hours. But as the old saying goes “All good things must come to an end” and on the 17th of October, we began the long trip back to the Emerald Isle. We all arrived home safe and sound that evening, and guaranteed everyone slept sound that night!!! We would like to take this opportunity to thank Mr. Power, Mr. O’Connell, Mrs. Hayes, Sr. Consilio for accompanying us and a very very special thank you to Miss Dineen for organizing a tour we will never forget.

LIFE

I was born and I will die,
I’ll reach my hand and touch the sky,
I’ll live my life and ask not why,
But live my life until I die.

Peter Kidney

OPPRESSION

Thru times past and durations present,
The defiant fist of England,
Has reopened our gaping wounds,
This emerald isle for many years of old,
Has bore the cold breeze of oppression,

We’ve fought for our pride,
We’ve fought for our freedom,
We’ve fought long and hard for the great Irish People.

Great chorus’ of freedom,
Our gallant Irishmen did sing,
As we rebelled against the crown,
And fought against the king,

So stand Irishmen united as one,
Our land must prosper against all barriers,
Wind, rain and sun.

As the great celtic tiger prowls proud in its place,
We must break all barriers,
And end this disgrace,

So with one great last effort,
Bear heed to my lesson,
Fellow Irishmen,
Put an end to oppression.

Michael Fran