irelund

i have arrived in irelund after missing my flight - albeit, fatefully and rightfully so. i arrived in dublin to a new day of sunshine after a summer of horrid weather.

there is much to say of dublin. of how it is full of college students, and travelers and is very much like new york city in some ways. but what touched me most about dublin were little moments i witnessed

a little girl with blonde hair holding her father's hand down a small street, wearing a kangaroo pouch sweater with a baby kangaroo in it. her baby roo' fell out, so her dad stopped, and with utmost tenderness said 'oh, your friend fell out' and put it back in her little pouch.

a young boy riding his bicycle on his terrace.

a bus driver telling me where to go for cheap and how to get to westport for cheap. he told me he backpacked once. he had love in his eyes

the academics at trinity college greeting each other:
a LOVELY day, isn't it?
why yes it is
will you be traveling to the country this weekend?

on the bus to westport:
the laydee with the stick (cane) is with me

sweet things. and beautiful people taking care of me in westport. i will write more of them later. for now, i have to get off of this expensive thing

all my love to america and antarctica