Now I am certainly not complaining... Coming home to Ireland the first time was amazing. It was sunny almost the entire time and I returned home with a sun burn. It was good but was lacking an important element in my Irish psyche… the Irish mist…
This morning I awoke to Jack, the ass, hee-hawing up a storm. It was about 6 am and I decided It was time to wake up and get the day started. As I walked down and noticed the gray and gloomy clouds I also began to notice the mist had finally arrived.The crow council was convening..
I have been processing the past few days. My emotions have not been able to catch up with me just yet and I am still trying to figure out what everything has meant to me so far. The first amazing thing that happened was the kindness of an airline operator. We arrived at the desk two hours prior to departure and I inquired as to the availability of a window seat for we were currently seated in the very last row of the plane. She stated there were no window seats available but we could upgrade our seats to the comfort plus for an additional $120 each. Given that we do no have expendable cash we politely declined, happy just to be on our way! As we began to step away from the desk she said, why don’t you give me your boarding passes and if something comes up I can change these for you.
As we sat down the terminal area began to fill and I was sure we were not going to get a window seat. I even discussed with Patrick dipping into the emergency fund to upgrade us for the 9 hour flight but we both decided it was best to just take we had! I was still happy with it, after all, we were heading home!
About 20 minutes prior to boarding I approached the desk to gather our boarding passes. I jokingly said to the lady, I am harassing you again!! She smiled and asked, are you on your honeymoon. I said we are on holiday for school but also celebrating the fact we have been married for 12 years. She smiled and said well we have upgraded your tickets to the comfort plus seating and have an amazing HONEYMOON!! I almost began crying!
So we arrive in Amsterdam trying to find our way outside when an American traveller sort of leads us through the train station and gives us several words of caution and advice about how people are getting their bags taken even just by setting them on the ground for a moment. He directed us where to exit and how to get to where we were headed.
Upon arriving in Dublin we were exhausted and immediately decided sleep was the best option. After breakfast the following morning we inquired as to how we could get to Slane by bus. The lad behind the counter said as a matter of fact I am leaving for home in about 10 minutes and I would be more than happy to offer you a lift into Trim. From there you can hop on the bus and it will take you directly into Slane. So in the car on the way we talked of Irish history, Trim castle, and life as we know it.
All along our journey so far we have run into amazing people with generous hearts. We are now living in Slane at the Slane Farm Hostel and have already met two amazing souls named Heather and Oak. Heather is a body worker and organic farmer. Oak is a horticulturist and vocal chanter. There is also an amazing soul named Gabriel who is from Trinidad. He is also staying in the hostel. My gratitude is overwhelming in this place of warm hearts and welcomed spirits.
The sun is rising... The mist has passed… But my heart remains – beating – hopeful – and more than thankful…
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