Ireland for me was like home. It felt right and it felt real and sort of suspended in time and space. Through all my travels, there is something inside of me that connects to a place. I have an immediate feeling when I arrive somewhere new and it's a feeling that I truly can't explain. It's a feeling I get in Paris, the feeling I got in the middle of Iceland and wandering the streets of London. It's a feeling that connects me to a place and without that feeling, that's all it is, just a place. With it, it's magic.
But even more than that, more than how I felt about the country was how it reacted toward me and toward Nick. It was the welcome we got, the feeling of family, the energy of Dublin, the music pouring out of every crack of that city. It was the lights sparkling and the cold crisp air. It was the green fields upon green fields and the perfectly gray sky. It was the waitress that sat down at our table with us our first meal there, drawing all over our map of Dublin telling us where to go. It was the Irishman going about his day that stopped to take a photo of us on one of Dublin's many bridges. It was the afternoon drinking Irish tea and having a snack of Irish soda bread. It was the sheep roaming the fields and the rocky cliffs jutting out over a rocky sea.
It was and is Ireland, there is no way else to put it.
|Photo by Nick|