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And it lives at the Galway hostel. With free breakfast. Gratias deae.
I never know what day it is any more. Tuesday I was in Scotland. Yesterday I was in Northern Ireland, having the Best Day Ever -- a tour of the Antrim Coast, heading northwest from Belfast into Paradise. Tiny fishing glens and then the Corrick rope bridge over a hundred-foot drop into the Atlantic. I looked down, and laughed and laughed! Whee! Then to the Bushmills whiskey distillery, oldest in the world, to walk through yeast and barley smell into 1608 pub for tasting of Black Bush 12-year (yumm). Then -- oh. oh. The Giant's Causeway, miles of sheer drop into gentle slope, all basalt columns and sea crash and swooping cliffside, so green! so blue! so black and glistening, all foamy white. My ocean on the other side.
Last night, home and dry, Sidney and I sat in a pub for four hours with friends hours-old: Colleen from New Zealand, Lisa and Hannah from Canada. The band played "Tell Me Ma" for Sidney's birthday, and we danced with the drunks as the natives sang along. She is handsome, she is pretty, she is the belle of Belfast city...
Galway is all soft greys and misty rain, smells of ozone and cigarettes and tea.
Tomorrow we ferry to the Aran Islands, where we'll be until Saturday afternoon.
Sending all my love across the dear Atlantic.
And it lives at the Galway hostel. With free breakfast. Gratias deae.
I never know what day it is any more. Tuesday I was in Scotland. Yesterday I was in Northern Ireland, having the Best Day Ever -- a tour of the Antrim Coast, heading northwest from Belfast into Paradise. Tiny fishing glens and then the Corrick rope bridge over a hundred-foot drop into the Atlantic. I looked down, and laughed and laughed! Whee! Then to the Bushmills whiskey distillery, oldest in the world, to walk through yeast and barley smell into 1608 pub for tasting of Black Bush 12-year (yumm). Then -- oh. oh. The Giant's Causeway, miles of sheer drop into gentle slope, all basalt columns and sea crash and swooping cliffside, so green! so blue! so black and glistening, all foamy white. My ocean on the other side.
Last night, home and dry, Sidney and I sat in a pub for four hours with friends hours-old: Colleen from New Zealand, Lisa and Hannah from Canada. The band played "Tell Me Ma" for Sidney's birthday, and we danced with the drunks as the natives sang along. She is handsome, she is pretty, she is the belle of Belfast city...
Galway is all soft greys and misty rain, smells of ozone and cigarettes and tea.
Tomorrow we ferry to the Aran Islands, where we'll be until Saturday afternoon.
Sending all my love across the dear Atlantic.
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