こんにちは
今日はアーテム君に聖パトリックの祝日についてブログを書いてもらいました
今週の月曜日（３月17日）だったんですよ(^-^)
アイルランドにキリスト教を広めた聖人聖パトリックの命日。
カトリックにおける祭日であり、アイルランド共和国の祝祭日。
シャムロック（クローバー）を服につけたり、ミサに行ったりします。
シャムロックはアイルランドの国花なんですよ。
シャムロック↓
↓のようにアイルランドを表すものとしていろいろな場面で使われていますね
今のアーテム君の爪に違和感を感じた方はこの祭日を祝ったからなんですよ( ´艸｀)
可愛い爪に注目＾＾
ではどうぞ
Hello this is Artem,
On the day of Saint Patrick's the following words reach the coasts of Europe and set off a domino effect of burning vexation in the hearts of all Christians and Irish.
"Some part of me is maybe 100% Irish. So slainte and pour the beer, laddie!"
These words are symbolic of the American life where culture is a freshly set stew.
Thanks to these blurred lines of where one culture ends and another culture begins many traditions are allowed to flourish and penetrate all reaches of America.
No matter where you may be, I guarantee you will see a jolly group of bearded men skipping (or more likely staggering) down the streets at 10 pm on this one very green and festive day.
Many streets are covered in plastic shamrocks and banks give out green lolly-pops to children.
The grocery stores sell green milk (I've seen it before... seriously!), and the creameries are churning out a green minty special.
And all good festive citizens abide by the unwritten rule of wearing at least one green article of clothing: shirt, hat, socks, etc.
Make no mistake; even the classiest CEOs and stock exchange officers are engaged in green top-hat or ludicrous green sock wearing. Yes, this mysterious holiday reaches deep!
Originally this holiday, where you celebrate community and commemorate Christianity coming to Ireland, was reserved for the Irish, but as more and more mixing occurred in the states, the adopted heritages so too became manifold.
Nowadays, even if you are not Irish, you can still celebrate if your great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great grandfather was.
(Or was he German?... ah who cares! he's Irish today!)
In reality, it doesn't matter who your ancestor were because everyone hits the pubs on this day and makes it a night to remember!
I went out to celebrated this day in Kyoto on Monday thanks to a last minute invitation from a friend.
The text read "Come to the Ghael! Have a pint!"
Well, I couldn't pass it up! When I got there, I was welcomed by green streamers, shamrock plated top-hats, and the green beer!
Best of all, my good friends were all there chatting in Japanese and English around a worn, wooden table.
In short, it was a great night! No skipping, bearded lads on this day, instead Kyoto was full of リンダリンダ bellowing, jig dancing, and karaoke-bound friends.
Happy Saint Paddy's, guys!
Hope you had a good one!
