arriving in Ireland by ferry
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I slept briefly in transit on the larges boat I had ever ridden. At 8:15, we got off the ferry and went to the local hostel. There were 108 concrete steps up a steep hill between the harbor and Rosslare Youth Hostel. Hauling my 22kg backpack, the climb started to get tough after about the 75th stair. Our hostel was a pretty, white house with chocolate brown details and a dark roof. We each checked in and found our rooms through the open courtyard.
After dropping off our luggage and settling in, Christine and I met up again and had a light dinner with a couple of pints at the Tuskar House. I walked her back to our Hostel after exchanging e-mail addresses and returned to Portholes Bar in Rosslare Hotel to find a roaring crowd cheering and singing in unison.
I soon learned that a 50th birthday party had drawn the large, enthusiastic crowd. My eyes moistened with emotion as I enjoyed the local Irish singers telling stories and I thought to myself, “I’ve returned to the homeland of my ancestors.” Jimmy, a gracious local, bought me a pint and the various performers continued to sing traditional Irish and classic American Folk songs (e.g., Daydream Believer). With another long day ahead and to make up some time, I left the pub at 20 of one for a good night’s sleep. I did sleep well except for the moment I rolled over in the narrow bunk and bounced by forehead off the concrete wall.