Dublin ~ A Melting Pot
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June 2nd, 2005 – by: kingelvis14
We had three nights and only two full days for exploring, so we tried to make the most of it. Our hotel was about a ten-minute walk south of the River Liffey. The closer we got to the river, the more people and traffic. This was a pretty big city and I knew we would never cover it all by foot. A taxi-ride back to our hotel would definitely be in order. We just followed the crowd until we spotted something of interest. It must have been market day. Shoppers, mostly women, were picking through the piles of fresh fruits and vegetables. Several city blocks were closed to traffic, allowing only pedestrians and delivery trucks/wagons to pass.
Dublin is a city of old and new. There are young people with their piercings and tatoos walking right along beside the elderly citizens with their bent backs and galloshes. Skatesboard riders zip in and out, masterfully dodging pedestrians. Gang graffiti is spray painted on century-old stone buildings.
A young man approached me while I was window shopping. "You're an American, aren't you?" He had that beautiful lilting brogue and I wanted him to talk. Ask me another question. "I'm a musician and I want to go to America. Do you think the girls will like me over there?" I tried hard not to smile and assured him that they would. Then I proceeded to tell him what cities might suit him best and what cities to avoid. He was a butcher by trade and felt sure he could find work in America. After five minutes or so, it was time to meet back up with Leigh and Catherine.
Later that night, we were tired and tried to sleep. I raised the window for some fresh air. Music and song floated through the open window. The time was 1 o'clock in the morning and these voices continued to sing for at least another hour. While I lay in my bed listening to the distant melody, I could only wonder about these happy voices. Don't they have to get up in the morning and go to work? Typical American mentality.
The next morning, Catherine was tired to the bone and just wanted to rest.
As we made our way down the street, a pet store caught our eye, so we slipped inside. Chipmunks and squirrels were considered "pets" in Ireland. Someone left out a letter ~~ P-E-S-T-S ~~ in America.
Leigh and I took the strawberries back to Catherine. But not until I found a liquor store. A gift for my sister-in-law. Some expensive brand of Irish Whiskey. I was sure she would like it. The salesman said she would. He was happy to pose for a picture. This was probably the most excitement he had all day long. The crazy American tourists that wanted to take his picture.
I wanted to hear some traditional Irish music. Every pub in Ireland usually has music. Only one problem ~ they don't start playing until most everybody is drunk as Cooter Brown. That way, the laughing and singing are guaranteed; no need to be shy. And that means it is usually later as opposed to earlier before the music gets started. 10:30 or 11 o'clock or even later. I guess my CD's will just have to bring the music of Ireland into my car and my home. But for one more night, I can raise my window.
In summary, Ireland is a place I could easily live out the remainder of my years without looking back. My sister and I are planning another trip to the island for 2009 and I can't wait. I hope this blog has been informative and maybe entertaining, but mostly, I hope it represents Ireland in the manner I intended. The beauty, the graciousnss of the people, the ancient history, the long-suffering, I could go on and on. Just visit and see for yourself. Enjoy.
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