Arrive in Dublin 7:25am
As we descend I see an irish cow in his own square of a thousand-part of a giant quilt of green. Rich Southern Californians long for a lawn this green. On the runway while idling, I spot a rabbit the size of a french bulldog. He is fattening up on an endless buffet of green grass. He had to be the inspiration for Cadbury.
Wandering the airport and just outside I feel like the accents just can't be true. They are so perfectly thick and they make every conversation more interesting and every person more attractive. Even the homeless seem like people I'd like to invite for coffee. An accent is like a smell. You can never really perceive your own, but you can appreciate the distinctness of other's.
It's 7:45 a.m. and I know I have arrived in Ireland because while I am drinking my coffee everyone else is drinking Guinness. Okay, some have a coffee and a Guinness.
I can almost feel the damp greeness and smell the bitter ale...you have us all in you pocket to follow your path. Lead wherever your spirit wills.
ReplyDeleteBon Voyage Mon Ami.