 kmccarthy, Mon, August 20th, 2007 The beautiful thing about jet lag is it gets you completely lost as to the day of the week. Still, though, I want to savor every minute of this year's trip to Ireland, so I keep track of the days. Today's Monday; we've been here since Friday; but I don't like to say the day we're leaving or count toward those days. So I give the date, which still seems far away. And enjoy the magic that our part of the Emerald Isle contains. Since we got to our remote part of Ireland, we stood and watched a seal pop its head up very close to my sister-in-law Lanna's deck. We watched sailboat races back and forth on our particular harbor of the Atlantic Ocean. Cormac, his Uncle Michael and cousin Tadhg and I went to the beach - more of a dare than a pleasant swim as the wind howled around us and pounded surf against us. Lanna took the more intrepid out on her boat in a misty rain storm, and they returned with a bucket full of mackerel, which served as a sushi appetizer to a lamb dinner that made us all groan with delight. And we've been to two parties already; full of the friends we always see in Crookhaven, offering hugs that are sighs of relief and anticipation that it's August once again. And today, we hiked up to the top of a hill that let us see for miles and miles. The landscape here in West Cork is rocky, but the hills are covered with purple heather and yellow gorse - neither of which are very accomodating if you're trying to grab them as you scramble up rocks. But from the top, you can look out at Fastnet Lighthouse, down at the village of Crookhaven, and up the coast for a good long way. How lucky we are! blog comments powered by Disqus  |
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