Back from Ireland at least physically. We found Ireland enchanting. We avoided the cities, stayed in B&B’s, visited ruins, drank pints and listened to music in pubs, rambled the countryside and the in town alleyways and indulged in fresh food from land and sea cuisine. We met some charmed folks mostly Irish but a few delightful tourists as well. We photographed to capture the moments. I kept a journal of our trip. What I have included here is an expanded version of my scrawls.
Wednesday, September 5th
The Flight
Wearing an old faded, give back to Goodwill long skirt, knee socks, new no nonsense loafers with zip closure and an acorn squash colored T-shirt I look like an immigrant returning to the old country or someone you might find lost in the library stacks. Dressed for comfort andnot for style we boarded the plane for Ireland. Only my Prada frames kept me looking completely dowdy. I had a sleepless night before our flight out due to allergies, aches etc and thinking about a million things. So I sat up and played with blog design. Michael has agreed to watch over me for the flight.
We are about to land in Atlanta. Long layover. Not a bad flight, no major jostling around. And, no, I am not excited yet about the trip yet.
Atlantic Airport, Starbucks R&B in the background, the staff moving, grooving to that beat. Shake that Pumpkin latte! My clothes camouflage with Starbucks décor, dark green, ochre and brown. (Even without much sleep I inevitably pick up on color. Anyway this would be my last glimpse of America for the next eleven days.
Sitting at the gate T07 an Irish woman with curly carrot red hair is busy telling a story to anyone who will listen she reminds me of Mrs. Berry who worked with me in the cafeteria when I was in high school. She was first generation and was full of home spun wisdom.
A woman sits next to me, her surname is Conklin; she asks where we will be traveling. I show her our proposed route. She tells us we have it all wrong and proceeds to gives us travel advice as Michael pulls out the maps and I take notes. She directs us to go from Sligo down the coast making sure we hit the most scenic spots. She knows of what she speaks having lived on the coast and now in the midlands. She steers us away from any heavy tourist areas but we had already been advised to that. 7-1/2 hours Atlanta to Dublin.
Travel Journal by
Muriel Fahrion
Photography & Website Design by
Michael & Muriel Fahrion
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