March 11, 2014 by travelingsole
I’ve traveled a bit in my life. People often ask which country is my favorite. That is a really hard question for me. Each place holds at least a tiny piece of my heart. Bangladesh holds a chunk that I don’t know if I will ever get back. Kenya was the first, so that has a special sentiment. But Ireland is a little like going home. I love the sea. If I had to pick between living in the mountains or living by the sea, there is no doubt I would pick the sea. I could sit and watch the waves for hours.
I’ve heard that Ireland and the Oregon coast are very similar. I hope to experience the Oregon coast for the first time personally this summer. I hope it’s the same. There is nothing like standing at the top of the cliffs and watching the waves crash across the rocks. Sitting in the soft green grass and just resting. Hearing the waves and smelling the salt water.
We arrived in Dublin by 10 am and after a few stops along the way we got to Dunmore East around 1 on that Friday afternoon. (a month ago) we didn’t make it to the coast the first day. I wanted to go every single day. Dunmore is 5 minutes from the Irish Sea but the weather was quite foul. Very windy and cold and wet. That first day doesn’t really count though because we were tired from traveling and we got there half way through the day.
Saturday morning Bekah and her flatmates and I made breakfast together.
Bekah and I were best friends growing up. She lived 2 doors down and we carpooled to school. Her little sister Hannah and my little sister Ginia are best friends too. Bekah is in Ireland for a couple years to work at the bakery. When very cheap tickets popped up on the internet Ginia and one of her friend’s family planned to go. When they told me about it, of course, I jumped at the chance to go.
That first day we went shopping. When you are in a foreign country it’s a must.
There is an amazing Book Centre on this street. It is a book store with 4 levels and a cafe. It’s all open so you can look down from the top level and see the bottom level. As you sip on a cup of tea or a latte you can read any of the books on the shelves. We ran into other people we knew and had a grand party.
That evening we went back to Dan’s apartment (my friends Anita, Esther, and Hannah’s parents). Virginia and the Miller family were staying there in the apartment. The Millers invited some of the youth over for the evening and we had Dooley’s fish and chips. They were very kind and bought a piece of chicken for me since I don’t eat fish.
Sunday morning we went to church and then home for a nap. Then FINALLY to the sea! That’s when I felt like I was home. Something about this view calms my soul.
More to come….