“The true mystery of the world is the visible, not the invisible.”
~ Oscar Wilde
Twenty Two hours after waking in Dublin Ireland, my sweet husband Dave and I walked back into our home in Kentucky.
Straight into the loving arms of Ben, Lydia and Hazel.
What a tearful and joyous reunion.
Exhausted.
We rolled out small bits in story form, tiny snippets and tales of our adventures.
It’s all we had energy for.
We handed out the gifts we chose for Ben and Lydia, rejoiced surrounded in cool air, because our final flight had issues with their ventilation and there was no airflow until we were 10,000 feet in the air and we were held on the runway in the sun much longer than expected.
This delayed take off created a 90+ degree cracker tin of very sweaty and nauseous passengers strapped in their seat feeling a bit suffocated but it made the trip by car even sweeter on our way home once we landed in Lexington.
After spending the last 13 days in 6 or 7 different beds, I awoke this morning at 4:30 am in the near darkness of our bedroom and hallucinated the texture of ancient Irish cut stone walls in a round room. It was so real, as I was walking to the bathroom I was fully aware of what I was seeing and remarked aloud to myself, “Man, this is cool.”
The Celtic pattern on our bedroom curtains solidified this near religious experience and I struggled only slightly to focus, then surrendered to my trip down the light fantastic;
and fell back to sleep covered in very soft and welcoming, clean sheets, completely content with the illusion.
Why not enjoy one more day of Eiré?
I guess I brought it home with me more than I realized and it bled over into my subconscious.
Being gone so long and surrounded by so much sight seeing and appreciation for the past I know it is going to take a bit for me to re-acclimate to my normal life, and maybe, it has forever changed me internally. My feet were firmly planted in the footsteps of Monks and Vikings. My lungs filled with the smell of peat and bog and fragrant flower gardens, tended with meticulous care over centuries.
When we returned home, I learned my bed is a very special paradise. Four inches of memory foam topper feels like a cloud in comparison to the back sleeper mattresses we encountered. I joked about the “Medieval Mattress Company” that must supply all the beds there with mattresses. From your basic Corn Meal and Husk fill to your Double Husk and Cobblestone side sleeper.
Regardless of your flips and flops at night, your fatigue would fade away once you were privy to the generously prepared breakfasts each morning by our hosts.
Authentic full Irish breakfasts or your choice of eggs and pastries awaited every morning along with coffee or tea.
Without fail.
As much as I love cooking, it was a pleasure eating in Ireland. They didn’t disappoint a single taste bud. They even woke up a few.
We drank too much hops and grain inspired drink, but then just decided to forgive ourselves and dip right into as much trouble as we could.
Admittedly, my calorie count highs were probably in liquid form. But there’s such a distinct difference in ales, lagers, porters, gins and pot stilled whiskeys compared to their imported counterparts that arrive here, we all felt obliged to toast their rich, pride filled, histories in full immersion baptisms nightly. There were a lot of clinked glasses and foamy smiles.
We loved the open markets with fresh vegetables, fruit, breads, cheeses, olives, teas, fish and meats. Lean minced beef, lamb, pork and select cuts of meat along with bins and displays of iced fresh fish were common, even on farmers market days in the town squares.
I thought I would return home having gained massive weight but after 13 days of 3 full meals of freshly made delicious chowders, soups, sandwiches, seafood specials and fries- “chips”….I weighed in this morning only having gained 1.5 pounds during my 2 weeks of frivolity.
Which goes to show, if you walk 8-10 miles a day you can pretty much eat and drink anything you like!
That brings me to sidewalk talk, why don’t we extend our sidewalks further from our neighborhoods to our downtown streets?
I think we could encourage a great deal of foot traffic if we could walk from further away safely and all be a bit leaner. There is nothing like having a good walk after a great meal.
I bought Aran Islands Wool scarves, pewter pocket watches for the boys and one for our daughter that is smaller on a necklace, a beautiful enamel pin for her as well, two hats for Dave, one for our oldest son, scarves galore for me and a special color for my daughter in law and a unique hair accessory, a few Celtic reproductions in ore, two bottles of Irish Whiskey from Royal Oak, some locally written used poetry books-one signed by the author, we toured two breweries-Guinness and Smithwicks and two Distilleries- Tullamore D.E.W. and Walsh Distilleries at Royal Oak which makes Writers Tears (our new favorite) and The Irishman Irish Single Malt Whiskey which is also amazing!
We went to the Cliffs of Moher, met the Mayor of Waterford, Visited Waterford and Waterford Crystal, spent the morning at Two Monastic Sites, one was from 6 A.D. and we hiked to the Loch there and went to at least 7 Cathedrals, saw the largest Stained Glass window in Ireland, toured Fort Charles and hiked to Fort James, we saw 5 Abbeys, 6 castles, 7 historic Cemeteries, three Art Galleries, ate and drink at over 26 pubs, heard 8 live bands and Dave even joined in on a bus tour Irish dance demonstration in Agehdoe at the bar and hotel next to our bed and breakfast. Dave enjoyed his dance lesson and we discovered a tower behind the cemetery on our way there and took some fantastic photos.
The sun sets at 10:30 at night, so the days are much longer, which can mess you up just a bit on overindulging because midnight feels like 9 pm.
We stayed in Dublin, Galway, Dingle, Cork, Killarney, Kilkenny and Dublin again. We saw Kinsale, Waterford and tons of tiny towns, We went to amazing gardens, that were acres and acres of lush color, texture and form. We cast our reflections in several ponds and lakes. Strolled St. Stephens on the Green like locals, we took the Kells tour at Trinity College, sipped our way through the Temple Bar District and tipped our hat to several Museums.
More things that I am sure I forgot and we averaged 8-10 miles on foot per day and 2-3 hours in the car although some of those were much more and others less to compensate.
In short, Ireland was an awe inspiring adventure that forced my mind to reach back and imagine just exactly what life could have been like in those emerald hills during the very distant past.
So much to see.
Imagine taking photos of ruins only to catch the tiny shapes of more ruins in the back residing in cow fields.
History upon history.
Upon history.
So yes, you should go.
Visit that big beautiful place.
It reset me in a way that made me appreciate my own Country even more.
We are such a young Nation in comparison to our world neighbors. We’ve come so far in such a short time. While we are not perfect in the United States and have lived through our own turbulent and disastrous eras, seeing how ancient and deep histories also struggled and prevailed I am strengthened by their tenacity and proud of my own heritage, my life here in Kentucky and this Nation and her people.
I’m so thankful for my passion filled and often challenging role as a citizen here in this very free and open society where people can disagree and it’s okay.
Where my religion, your religion or lack of, can differ. It takes understanding the past, to assure our future. You don’t need DNA tests to tie you to the worlds corners, you just need a desire to appreciate other cultures and less opinion.
Learn. Explore. Accept.
Renew and understand that not everyone thinks like you or lives like you and that’s okay.
Diversity, true diversity, begins with acceptance and respect.
And it’s perfectly okay to return home, happy to be home.
Happy trails.
Hug the World.
Invest in good shoes. Try them all on, even the Ugly Ones.
Especially the Ugly ones.
Have a good, actually GREAT rain coat, that doubles as a windbreaker.
Cheers!
This man, is my rock. I can’t imagine traveling anywhere without him by my side. As a world traveler himself, he was very patient with me as I made my first journey away from the Country I have always called home. Thank you to my very kind and extremely centered husband Dave for being there for me when at times it was overwhelming to be so far from the familiar echoes of home and those amazing humans I adore. He is, by far, the better half, of us.
Slide movie:
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