Hallelujah and hot damn-we made it alive with the car in one piece back to Dublin after our road trip across Ireland. Not that Thom isn’t a great driver but all roads except the motorway are teeny tiny lanes and frightening not to mention the whole driving on the wrong side of the road. Left, left, left. Yesterday, we reached an impasse, going head-to-head with a taxi driver on such a road and he won with Thom having to back up along with the car behind us until we could find a place on the side of the road to pull over so he could pass. Fecking mental I tell you! Yes, that’s my favorite Irish phrase now. I heard a youth on the street say it and it reminded me of Ron Weasley in an Irish way.
Now back in Dublin after chasing the rain storms all the way from Galway, we immediately checked back into the Westin Dublin and off we went. One minute it was sunny and the next raining, very much reminiscent of Seattle weather. After an Irish coffee and the ploughman’s sandwich for me and the bangers and mash for Thom, we were suitably energized to walk to Merrien Park again so that Thom could take more photos of the beautiful Irish doors on the townhouses across from the park . We wandered the neighborhoods where the fancy townhouses are home to the France Embassy, a Montessori School and private residences.
In one section of the park, there were tributes to author Oscar Wilde who lived around the corner while in Dublin. Sent to jail in the UK for being gay, he never returned to Ireland after serving two years in jail and died in France at age 46. His most notable works were The Importance of Being Earnest and The Picture of Dorian Gray. The Irish are very proud of their literary history. Our cab driver told us his family story of 5 children and 9 grandkids. Proud of them all, he bemoaned that fact that none of the children every married and one of his daughter’s significant other was in prison for a “very bad” crime. Quoting Yates, “Youth is wasted on the young”, he discussed being a parent and loving your children no matter what life brings, hoping only for the best for them all. Amen.
Of course, there were many fine buskers performing in the streets and we stopped along with crowds of others on Grafton Street to listen and appreciate their talents. We finished up some last minute shopping, going back to the vintage shop we had found earlier and visiting the classic whiskey store for some liquid souvenirs. I’m always impressed by the art pieces in front of the Irish stores, making them very special and unique. Now, it’s time for a rest before the long journey home. It was a brilliant trip that we will never forget!