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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