Dublin Days

Beggars can’t be choosers I guess, but they can weezle their way around it.

My flight switch was approved and I was lucky to get a two day layover in Dublin, Ireland at the beginning of June. One of my all time favourite cities.
First thing I did was order a stand-by ticket to surprise mom with.
I couldn’t wait for her to get home from work. I know everyone’s parents work hard, but my mom REALLY works hard, and it breaks my heart daily to see her struggles. Right now this is a way for me to give her something she would normally not even think about let alone consider. A little break.

She’s so excited! And I’m thrilled. She asks a million questions as if it was her first time going away.

Then I realize I’m going to spend an entire two days with my mother… Alone.

I mean, we’ve spent a couple hours together before, going for walks, ice cream, shopping and such. But there were always distractions and room to cut the time short.
I don’t share private and intimate details of my life with her, I never have. What on earth are we going to talk about? How do I even entertain her? Can she keep up?

A hop, skip and a quick ride to the hotel with an even quicker check in, we finally open the door to our little retreat. She loved the room, spacious she said, cozy and comfortable. When she sat on the bed and her tired body melted into the heavenly plush sheets she uttered “maybe we could just stay right here for the next two days”.

Colliding with the fresh and crisp air we made our way to where adventure waited.
Her head turning aimlessly as we walked through busy streets among curious tourist and locals hurrying off to work. The fashion alone was an endless conversation.
Getting lost is the best way to finding yourself right where you want to. And that’s just what we did. After several attempts to follow a map, we finally put it away and let our feet lead the way.
Turning down what felt like a hundred corners we circled cute little Dublin until the sun set and our legs began to ache.

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Dublin Castle, worth seeing and tours are free on Wednesday’s. The tour guides knowledge of the history was great, feeding our imagination with short stories as we climbed down stairs into the grotto of original castle walls and standing river water that used to surround the structure years ago.
After 15 minutes, we were ready to take off on our own little tour.

St. Stephens Green park is a little gem within the city. Doesn’t look like much from the outside until you enter through the huge heavenly gates. Greenest greens you’ve ever seen. Birds chirping, swans strolling and my mama in love. Her eyes were seeing the freshest oil paintings, colours blending perfectly, sunbeams resting beautifully on every branch, leaf and puddle of water.

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Rain is more than common in Dublin, and that sent us straight into the welcoming arms of the ever friendly pubs. We chatted as we relaxed over a glass of wine.

Our first day was productive, besides the castle and park, we walked through the National Art Gallery, which didn’t do much for me. The Museum of Natural History was overwhelmingly filled with every insect and creature that ever walked or swam on our planet and the National Gallery of Ireland. We walked up and down Temple Bar, Dame and O’Connell Streets stopping in a cute corner Cafe overlooking the River Liffey for a delicious coffee as we watched the rain come down once more. Continuing our adventure admiring the vivid colours attached to every piece of architecture, before stumbling into the world famous Temple Bar.

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When in Ireland, you do as the Irish do and drink beer. Neither my mom nor I are big beer drinkers, but in Dublin I will always make sure to have at least one pint of Guinness. It’s nothing like you’ve ever tasted before, and I actually enjoy it. The foam wraps around your lips like whipped cream and each sip goes down smoother than the last. That bitter taste all beers have? It’s almost unnoticeable and it has a deep, rich coffee, hazelnuttly taste. It takes about a minute and a half for it to reach your hand and each is a perfect pour. It’s an art really, and the bartenders make it look so effortless. I order a half pint for her, along with a couple mayo filled chicken and turkey sandwiches that come with a side of bite size chocolate desserts, which naturally we start with.
The look on her face says it all and I can’t help but laugh. Her first and last Guinness.

Six hours of our evening we spent sitting among a sea of people. Live Irish cover bands filled the bar with sweet sounds.
Every body swaying, smiling faces, hands clapping and people singing along. Be careful though, as the moon rises, so do the drink prices.

A good nights sleep and we were off again. It doesn’t take long for one to fall perfectly in place. The city welcomes you with open arms, pulls you in and never lets go. Dublin has a very special place in my heart. It may be a hub for tourists, backpackers and passer-by’s but it is filled with kindness, warmth and energy.

As our final day came to an end, we spent the last few hours of it planted in front of the makeshift stage back at the Temple Bar where we were serenaded once more by live music. Leaving was hard, it took us over an hour to finally step outside onto the cobbled streets and make our way back to the hotel.

It’s been several weeks since I took my mom to Dublin, and to this day she still talks about it. My job gives me wonderful opportunities, and moments like these I am beyond thankful especially when I get to share them with people who matter most to me. I’m happy those that travel with me get to see a little glimpse of what my chaotic life is all about.

Prelude to myself… & a challenge

I have so many entries that are just sitting around waiting to be published. Are they not good enough? Why does it take me so long?

See, the problem is I’m way too critical and indecisive. I have this vision of how I want things laid out, what to follow and which images are most suitable. I guess that’s not really a problem, but it sure becomes one when these visions change more often than I blink. I’m conscious of criticism and judgement. My intuition is crazy accurate; sometimes it scares me. I hate that I care so much about what others think. I mean, why? Why should I care?

This is my life, the thoughts I generate are my own. I form my own opinions, decisions and lifestyle changes. Why should I allow anyone else influence my personal thoughts. If I let that happen does that mean what I do next isn’t really what I want to do?

I battle with myself trying not to slip into a world of controlled societal bliss. On one hand I have my grand plans, things I long for and feel I will accomplish someday when the time is right. On the other, life seems to run away from me looking back pointing fingers and laughing because I can’t seem to catch up.
What if I’m not meant to be where everyone else is at my age? What if life has bigger and better and certainly more exciting plans for me.
I accept this. I accept the fact that despite what I may currently think, I am definitely not the only person with these questions. Nor am I the only one that is thinking about this right at this very moment.

So what’s the secret?
Well that would be no fun.

My right now secret; happy. Just be happy for me.
And the hardest part? Be happy for those around me. Genuinely happy. Understand that I cannot control anyone or anything in this life. I can’t change anyone’s thoughts and decisions. I can only make my own.

I have what I have because I made it happen. If I want more, I will have to achieve that. But for right now, I am happy right where I am. I’m happy that I’m beginning to shape my life the way I want it. I’m not quite at peace with myself, but that is the direction I’m aiming for.

Most of us travel, and we have some great stories. But never one the same. I want to share my travels with you, so I will challenge myself to publish one entry a week from my summer months of 2014.

Ps: Happy Fall!

She was a wild one: Barcelona 2/2

This is what flight attendants wait for. The pairings. And this one was one I was extra excited about, especially because I was flying with familiar faces. I knew I was in for a good few days. First from Toronto to Montreal, we outlined our plans for the destinations. After a quick stop in Montreal, we operated a night flight to Barcelona. Pretty uneventful.

Stepping off the aircraft I felt the immediate heat, the warm feeling, skin tingling, the rush to get to the hotel and get the day started.
Our limited hours on the ground turned out to be ones I will never forget. The plans were to see the ‘non touristy’ spots, take in some of the local adventures. And boy what an adventure it was.

Not a clue in our minds, we boarded a local train headed for a beautiful town called Sitges, to meet a colleague that arrived earlier with some friends.

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A delicious lunch in the fresh air among new friends. Sometimes I feel like those first few words exchanged belong behind closed doors at an interview. I’m almost a pro at remembering the appropriate things to say and conveying all the important parts of my life that are worth sharing. Remembering the information conveyed to me, is a whole different story. My memory is not only selective, but almost non existent. After a filling lunch, with beach towels wrapped around our shoulders we headed in the direction of the ocean. Looking up and around, beautiful miniature apartments linked wall to wall bursting with colours. Red, greed, blue, yellow. The fragrance of flowers circled the air. I was already in love.

Approaching the beach, with eyes wide open. A disbelief. Were we really here? Is this really what I’m looking at?

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A cozy cove, hugged by sail boats and intricate architecture. We scoped out the perfect spot. A misguided rainbow of towels. Six in total. Stripped to our bathing suits and headed for the water. It was cold at initial contact. Shivers shot through my body. And I instantly froze. That immediate eagerness to rush in quickly vanished. I took my time. A really long time. And before I knew it I was being splashed from all sides. Well, so much for wanting to keep my hair dry!

Silence came over me as I dunked myself under water. A moment of freeness. As I poked my head out from under the water I was looking toward the horizon. One of the most magical moments. Around me, people, voices and laughter slightly muted by the splashes, and faint crashing waves. Sail boats in the distance floating peacefully toward the sun. The sun. How incredible that this ball of fire can make a girl so happy.

Emerging from the water, we headed for a quick refreshment. Devouring the few bags of chips, washing them down with now room temperature water. This combination never tasted so good. After a few shared stories, giggles and laughs; our bathing suits nearly dry and bodies heated we head for the water once more. This time full force.

I pushed myself to go further, as far as my toes could still touch the bottom. Only until the water reached the top of my chin.
My phobia; deep dark waters. I can swim, but there needs to be a bottom. I know, it’s all in my head.
I climb on a friends back and he takes me further, where the water gets deeper and cooler. I cling on for dear life. I’m sure he can feel my body tensing up and my immediate hesitation. He attempts to show me it’s ok, that nothing is going to happen. His attempt fails. I prefer the safer way; his back.

Where the ocean greets the shore, we sit. Enjoying these last few moments before the sun begins to set.
I don’t want this feeling to end. These few short hours flew by too quickly, these people that were once strangers are now part of my memory. I am so blessed.

As we sit among each other intertwined by our damp towels, sharing what is left of our snacks, we plan our evening. Even though I knew the right thing to do was to hit the sheets, I wasn’t going to miss this. I mean, when was the next time I would be here. Tomorrow is not guaranteed.

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The plans were tentative, so many things we could do. But first, a shower. We arrived back at our hotel in the late evening; exhausted. As tired as I was, and as amazing as the bed looked I was filled with excitement and an overwhelming urge to push myself. I think I can officially diagnose myself a FOMO ( Fear of Missing Out) This world is such a beautiful place, such a big yet ironically small town. And I want to see every inch.
I’m only here for such a short period of time, so I might as well see and do as much as I can handle.

We meet in the lobby. More people arrive. We head for the streets. Already reminiscing about our earlier beach day we begin to hear music and as we turn a corner our bodies are immediately engulfed by a faint fog. As we step through, the music only gets louder, the voices scatter from side to side. All I hear is loud everything! Drums, guitars, bongos, you name it, it was there. A street party!

These small corridor type streets were almost impossible to get through. Bumping into every body, damp skins brush against me. No hard feelings though, apologetic smiles pass us by, not a care in the world. I have never seen so many smiles in one place. The smell of cigarets cling to my hair and clothing for dear life. I look up, incredible mascots hang from balcony to balcony. Lights, a rainbow of colours flicker almost in sync with the mish-mash of music. Clinking of bottles and glasses; a joyful salut! I snap pictures, as many as I could before my arms are torn apart in different directions. The pushing, the shoving, it was like a walking mosh pit. As we find a small spot to gather for a moment I look around and realize I’m standing in the middle of the world. These people gathered here from all corners. I meet Australians, South Africans, Italians just to name a few. All with their own stories. All here for one purpose; a good time. As we exchange a few words, managing to overcome the language barriers, our bodies move to the beats and music that fills the air around us and I can’t seem to believe that this is all happening. I’m overwhelmed. Every inch of my body inside and out screams happy. The faster my head snaps from left to right, the slower the world seems to go by. Some movies portray this image quite well. I wish I had the words to tell. Instead, I pray this never ends. That I never wake up from this dream of mine.

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