London operates
under the large-city mantra – gesellschaft. Before learning this, I assumed that
the lack of interaction with one another was just London, but now, I am
interested to see how cities like Munich and Paris compare. This week, Maddi
and I traveled to Dublin, Maynooth, and Bray, Ireland where the refreshing
gemeinschaff relationships and interactions reigned.
The city of London
is composed of nine million people while the entire country of Ireland has a
population of four million people. Therefore, even the ‘busy’ times of Dublin
did not begin to compare to normal London traffic and movement. The pace of
life in Dublin is very different from London, and I do believe it is Europe’s
Kentucky. Although there were many people of the street, they were not as
focused or determined to travel from point A to point B, rather, the Irish gave
every indication that they were enjoying the journey. In London, enjoying the
journey is silly and the enjoyment is found in reaching a destination quickly and
without interruptions. When you bump into someone, you do not apologize because
a) you move too quickly b) it was the other person’s fault for invading your
path. In Dublin, it was refreshing to receive and give an apology when you bumped
shoulders or to speak with someone as you waited in line. On the ride to Maynooth, the Ireland vs.
Scotland rugby game had just ended and people were piled on celebrating
(loudly) with one another. Although we had no idea who won, we joined in on the
conversations and enjoyed the nine little boys who sat behind us trying to fit
into two seats (my favorite comment – May I put my elbow in your eye?). The
boys also really enjoyed the passing man, kilted, who mooned the train. This
was the loudest, most rambunctious train ride of my life, and it would not have
been possible in London. (Firstly, the children would never consider being that
loud. Secondly, the parents would have swiftly reprimanded the children and
would not have joined the chaos. Thirdly, the passengers of the train would
have been too consumed to watch a man outside the train moon them) J
Ireland was
magical, exhausting, easy traveling, and fun. On Saturday, we took Dublin by
storm shopping on O’Connell Street, touring Trinity College, visiting the
Archaeology Museum, stepping on the grass in Merrion Square and paying homage
to Oscar Wilde, crossing the Leap Year bridge in St. Stephen’s Green Park,
wandering the Temple Bar area where we ate lunch at an outdoor market, touring
Christ Church Cathedral, sampling homemade desserts on mismatched plates,
playing at Dublinia Museum (if only I was a teacher in Ireland, this would be a
yearly field trip!), trekking up Michael’s Tower, exploring the Dublin Castle
and eyed throne of King George III, crossing the dozens of bridges in Dublin,
and learning from the Famine Ship and Memorial! When I bought a postcard at the
end of the day, I had seen every site included on the front. It was a pretty
good feeling. The day that began at 2:30 AM was fantastic.
Although I am not
interested in painting my future door this bright, the Dublin doors were fun!
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Sunday was a very
different day but rivaled our Dublin ventures as we traveled to Bray, Ireland.
It was a stunning sea-side town that included a rocky coast, sand beaches, and
a summit adorned with a cross. While here, I heard about people’s trips to
Florida to visit family while waiting in a café’s line and the Irish spoke of
how wonderful the states were. I was asked if I was on holiday, and I was able
to talk about both of my homes – Centre and Alvaton! By the end of the day, we
had enjoyed lunch on the beach – albeit chilly, saw the green rolling hills of
the Irish countryside, touched our feet in the Irish sea, climbed the summit
(which resulted in my needing new boots as my current ones have holes), talking
to Irish hikers, and enjoying the view of Bray from a few miles above sea
level. The day was so full of joy and it was relaxing. When we made it to the
top of the summit, Maddi, Lane, and I sat on a rock, ate lemon digestives
(cookies), and just watched. There was
something very beautiful and relaxing to just sit, enjoying the moment, and
awesome landscape without technology or the noise of a large city with friends.
Bray, a seaside
town, was the perfect way to end a wonderful weekend. Everything was so
awesome, and the sun was even out for a few hours in the morning!
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After seeing your pictures on facebook, I could hardly wait to read your blog post. Very satisfying. And I'm still a little envious. ;)
ReplyDeleteAs for Munich and Paris....if the language barrier isn't an issue, I think you'll find Munich (and probably even Paris) far more friendly than you've found London to be.