Ireland was grand! For better or worse, I’m a processor and it will take me a while to process all the joys and triumphs and not-so-joyous moments of the trip.
The Irish people are as beautiful as their country. For months leading up to the trip I had read on various websites that the Irish people are some of the friendliest of any country. They will stop and help the tourist before the tourist can ask. I was reading Irish websites, so I thought they had to say things like that. However, it wasn’t false advertising.
They really are a wonderful people who will go out of their way to help and chat about things that once were. They will tell you of the family you may have been related or take time to put a key chain together so you can take it home for your friend. They will congratulate you on the fact you get to enjoy the nice weather they are having and marvel that you are not sweating in the heat they are experiencing (which is roughly high 60s). They only tell you to visit places they would go and in Dublin they write on the streets “Look Right” or “Look Left” so you don’t get hit by the traffic that is on the “wrong” side of the road.
Driving was fun, at least for me. My dad didn’t have a heart attack, so eventually he calmed down. I am pretty sure that I was cursed at multiple times that first day, trying to get out of Dublin’s traffic. Sorry about that Dubliners! Maybe a little grace was given after they saw the huge “thrifty car rental” sticker on the back window, I can’t say for sure.
When I lost the rental car key on our horse riding adventure in Kilarney, the first words out of our guides mouth were “oh shit.” I couldn’t have said it better myself. She radio her friends on the trail to give them a heads up about it. Dad and I retraced our steps and when I had turned around to go start making phone calls, dad found the key. And I realized it was about much more than finding a key. (more on this later)
The town of Kenmare was surprisingly gracious. I loved this little town and I want to go back and spend more time there, as well as near the Cliffs of Mohre and I desperately need to spend time in Doolin. The area of Connemara is dotted with small mountains and little lakes and is breathtaking in every direction.
I find the Irish to be puntastic and have the market on sarcasm. If you aren’t careful you miss that they are being jovial. I love this. It was in their sarcasm that I felt like I belonged there. Some will say this isn’t grand at all, yet it was in the moments you understood you were friend, not just visitor.
And for having never spent 10 days with my dad, I think we did pretty well. I understand why my mother has always said ‘you’re your father’s daughter’ as we have many of the same mannerisms. We were able to talk about how the trip couldn’t have happened 5 years ago and it was happening at the perfect time. Christ revealed himself to me through my dad, which is something I would not have accepted until now. (more on this later as well)
It’s a small recap and I’m sure you’ll continue to read about Ireland, here on this blog, for some time. There is still much to be said.