this one will not be be too long, as i did not realy like dublin...
unfortunately
or fortunately?
went on to my trip, to meet with my friends´ friends. it all started a bit - hm, how to call it - not exactly as planned. woke up at 4:45 in the morning, to make sure i don´t miss the bus that was to leave at 6:15. took a shower, got dressed, ate something light, controlled my luggage, all in tune of this nice classical music on-line station i listen to lately. left home at about 5:55, thinking it will be better to get there early... the morning was sooooo nice..... quiet. the birds were just starting to sing their songs, no people around, al was still and clear, and stil dark. it is not too easy to wake up in the morning, but once you manage to do it, it is worth it..... so walked to the bus station, to which i got at 6:05. ok, thought to myslef, will wait 10 mins. i saw another person waitingthere already, so i thought, ok, the bus will be surely leaving..... yeah, keep dreaming (and hoping).....
at about 6:35 i decided to ask the other person if she, too, was waiting for the bus to dublin. her answer was - NO. she was waiting for the bus to cork. and so were two ather people who just arrived. oh my, and i found out that the bus that was supposed to leave 15 mins after 6 was actually scheduled on "Mondays only".... could someone tell me though why do they post different info on the website? probably to help local taxi drivers to make some money?!?!?!?!
got on the bus to cork. i knew i wouldnt make it to the meeting at 2pm, but, hey, i woke up and was about to go to dublin, so... let me try at least. the cost of return ticket was 36,60, which was better than i expected.
in cork - more than hour before the bus to dublin would be leaving. went to check if the train wouldnt do, but, after having found out that there the fare was 61, i decided to stick with the plan B, and to travel to dublin by bus. it was supposed to get me there after 2. and it did. so at last i was there, in th capital of ireland, and i did not feel like it.
after wonderring around for a while, looking for the 46A bus stop, i got on it and drove to blackrock or so..... i arrived to the meeting at nearly 4pm, so it was almost over really, but i believe i got the best of it - the final wrap-up (do they say it this way over here? hmmm). and then we had a mass (it was a nice one, not too long, but quite deep. what does make the difference? it is the experience... of God, of love, of grace... and it is those things, love, joy, mercy, that should witness about who we are, and not as much our words and judgements... i have thought of people i know, and thought yes, that is the way to "talk" to them...), and then i sat in the capel for a bit longer, until i got cold and went out looking for something hot to drink. Then i spoke with the priest, about the place, and the work that is being done there, and that is needed to be done over there a bit later on this year, and about th ework that is about to get started.... and then i met lourdes (a spanish girl, 25, from barcelona, a journalist) and we went where i was to sleep that night.
the place was great. new, modern, warm, clean, and so were the girls. two spanish ones, and one australian. what a nice household. and what a good company. we ate well, we spoke about the usual things - boyfriends and our stories, and i were talked into holding on to trying and into not giving up. not just yet... hm, will see... and then we all went to sleep, to be ready in the morning - all of us for the mass (were supposed to go downtown for the mass at 11:30), and the two spanish for their sunday lunch...
went to the mass on sunday. FINALLY something that sounded and looked like a mass.... sung, with the church full of peolpe, and of people who actually were at least a bit smilling and happy-looking. the music was truly great. and made me feel - happy. and at home.
afterwards - we greeted and i went off. towards the o´connell street and the bus station. i managed to walk around downtown for awhile, but must say i got disappointed. the city looked so dirty and so dull and so - sad and fallen... the people all around the place, running somewhere, and looking lost and - not carying about anything. very anonymous looking and feeling, so as to make me feel blue and lost myself. hm, how SAD.... was this really dublin?
the bus ride back home took me 6 hours. 4 to cork, and then, right away, bus to killarney. the journey was long, but i managed to sleep most of th etime, and i also read - this perfect book i got, about values and us, human beings, and our acting. i also thought of my life, and about my "man", and about the ireland and england an dabout how i liked england better than ireland, but as we were aproaching killarney then, i got to feel better, though th weather got worse. those vaste green and grey spaces and sheep and cows, and just the nature and the sky with no sun but tons of clouds with so many sades of white and grey and dark blue - made me feel happily-melancholic. as if i were returnig home. i DO do prefer the country to big cities...
and so, by 8pm i was home. well, at that place that i call home now. made some fire, thought some thoughts, and went to bed.
and that is is.
PS. unfortunately (or maybe not even so), i do not have any pictures from this stay of mine. maybe the next time, if there is one...
:-)
unfortunately
or fortunately?
went on to my trip, to meet with my friends´ friends. it all started a bit - hm, how to call it - not exactly as planned. woke up at 4:45 in the morning, to make sure i don´t miss the bus that was to leave at 6:15. took a shower, got dressed, ate something light, controlled my luggage, all in tune of this nice classical music on-line station i listen to lately. left home at about 5:55, thinking it will be better to get there early... the morning was sooooo nice..... quiet. the birds were just starting to sing their songs, no people around, al was still and clear, and stil dark. it is not too easy to wake up in the morning, but once you manage to do it, it is worth it..... so walked to the bus station, to which i got at 6:05. ok, thought to myslef, will wait 10 mins. i saw another person waitingthere already, so i thought, ok, the bus will be surely leaving..... yeah, keep dreaming (and hoping).....
at about 6:35 i decided to ask the other person if she, too, was waiting for the bus to dublin. her answer was - NO. she was waiting for the bus to cork. and so were two ather people who just arrived. oh my, and i found out that the bus that was supposed to leave 15 mins after 6 was actually scheduled on "Mondays only".... could someone tell me though why do they post different info on the website? probably to help local taxi drivers to make some money?!?!?!?!
got on the bus to cork. i knew i wouldnt make it to the meeting at 2pm, but, hey, i woke up and was about to go to dublin, so... let me try at least. the cost of return ticket was 36,60, which was better than i expected.
in cork - more than hour before the bus to dublin would be leaving. went to check if the train wouldnt do, but, after having found out that there the fare was 61, i decided to stick with the plan B, and to travel to dublin by bus. it was supposed to get me there after 2. and it did. so at last i was there, in th capital of ireland, and i did not feel like it.
after wonderring around for a while, looking for the 46A bus stop, i got on it and drove to blackrock or so..... i arrived to the meeting at nearly 4pm, so it was almost over really, but i believe i got the best of it - the final wrap-up (do they say it this way over here? hmmm). and then we had a mass (it was a nice one, not too long, but quite deep. what does make the difference? it is the experience... of God, of love, of grace... and it is those things, love, joy, mercy, that should witness about who we are, and not as much our words and judgements... i have thought of people i know, and thought yes, that is the way to "talk" to them...), and then i sat in the capel for a bit longer, until i got cold and went out looking for something hot to drink. Then i spoke with the priest, about the place, and the work that is being done there, and that is needed to be done over there a bit later on this year, and about th ework that is about to get started.... and then i met lourdes (a spanish girl, 25, from barcelona, a journalist) and we went where i was to sleep that night.
the place was great. new, modern, warm, clean, and so were the girls. two spanish ones, and one australian. what a nice household. and what a good company. we ate well, we spoke about the usual things - boyfriends and our stories, and i were talked into holding on to trying and into not giving up. not just yet... hm, will see... and then we all went to sleep, to be ready in the morning - all of us for the mass (were supposed to go downtown for the mass at 11:30), and the two spanish for their sunday lunch...
went to the mass on sunday. FINALLY something that sounded and looked like a mass.... sung, with the church full of peolpe, and of people who actually were at least a bit smilling and happy-looking. the music was truly great. and made me feel - happy. and at home.
afterwards - we greeted and i went off. towards the o´connell street and the bus station. i managed to walk around downtown for awhile, but must say i got disappointed. the city looked so dirty and so dull and so - sad and fallen... the people all around the place, running somewhere, and looking lost and - not carying about anything. very anonymous looking and feeling, so as to make me feel blue and lost myself. hm, how SAD.... was this really dublin?
the bus ride back home took me 6 hours. 4 to cork, and then, right away, bus to killarney. the journey was long, but i managed to sleep most of th etime, and i also read - this perfect book i got, about values and us, human beings, and our acting. i also thought of my life, and about my "man", and about the ireland and england an dabout how i liked england better than ireland, but as we were aproaching killarney then, i got to feel better, though th weather got worse. those vaste green and grey spaces and sheep and cows, and just the nature and the sky with no sun but tons of clouds with so many sades of white and grey and dark blue - made me feel happily-melancholic. as if i were returnig home. i DO do prefer the country to big cities...
and so, by 8pm i was home. well, at that place that i call home now. made some fire, thought some thoughts, and went to bed.
and that is is.
PS. unfortunately (or maybe not even so), i do not have any pictures from this stay of mine. maybe the next time, if there is one...
:-)
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