Wednesday, October 10, 2012

dreamy, damp Dublin


Dublin August 2012

After waiting in the passport check for an hour we were so excited to get into the airport to see Clare and our brother in law Connor waiting for us. He is a wise and gentle man and it was great to be made to feel so ‘at home’.  We went straight to Connor’s house to catch up with the family and say hello to Jim’s other sister Miriam who was visiting from America Amazing hospitality as Jim’s sister effortlessly effects miracles in her tiny kitchen feeding recurrent waves of blow ins all welcomed with her calm god humour.  A cup of tea turned into lunch and we finally got up from lunch at 7pm so that Connor could take us to our hotel to check in.
 

 

It was the first time I had visited Dublin in summer. Most days we saw patches of sunlight when the clouds cleared but at any time Dublin is a great city. It is full of people from all countries, walking through Dublin is like being at the league of nations.

Meeting with Jim’s eldest brother in a genteel establishment, pitching emotions as we hear the news that can’t be told in letters and even talking makes little sense. Days and nights swirl into meeting with loved ones.

Breakfast at the Castle hotel, a cacophony of European languages surrounding belly’s full of a traditional Irish breakfast. People cheering themselves on despite the pervading grey. Summer temperature hovering around the teens interspersed with light then heavy rain. Quite a change after the 40’s in Spain.

Time out of mind at Clara Cottage in the Wicklow Mountains, shared meals and love surrounded by the beauty of the amazing country.
 

Too soon it is time to go with promises of a quick return.
 
 

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