I’m going into work late! Last night was fantastic (click for pics). After doing some travel planning on the computer, Nuala and I went to Gortahork to enjoy the sunshine, pass the time, and wait for everyone else to wake up from their naps/come back from their runs and go to dinner. I had my first spicy meal in Ireland (!!!) – chili chicken stir-fry – at the Ostan Loch Altan. After dinner and desert, I was presented with gifts, including ‘History of Ireland’ jewelry, a knit hat and scarf (so clutch for Hoboken winters!), three books (do they know me or what!?), and a poem written especially for me.
Settling
Light like a butterfly
Strong as an mighty ancient tree
Wise and competent
Confident as a big she bear
Where does this bear sleep?
Anywhere she likes!
Innocent and vulnerable
Expecting the best
Deep spirit of the universe
Open to the world
Bell ringing echoing the truth
Of being who you are
Our Kate Freed
“Star!”
Instead of going home, I decided to join Murt for the two-hour car trip to drop off Ciaran and Brian (author of the poem and former Shankill Road clergyman). We stopped at the ‘bridge of tears,’ a location on what was the Donegal railroad that transported emigrants to Derry for boats to America. Families throughout Donegal would walk to the bridge and say goodbye to their loved ones for the last time. There is currently a rock there with Irish writing on it, which we took a solemn picture beside.
Honestly, taking ridiculous photos in random locations is a necessary evil on any holiday. Today I’m bringing the guitar to work because no one has heard me play. Should be a productive day.
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