Things I Will Miss About Dublin and Ireland
July 26, 2010 in dublin, Ex-Patriate Games, Ireland, Looking, spazarific
It’s not so bad. I’ll be back anyway for a few weeks this September to close out my lease, get the rest of my things, and publish my thesis… but Phase 1 of Operation Move to Italy goes down this Wednesday and, for all intents and purposes, this is the beginning of the end. I see an anchor in my mind’s eye – creaking and jostling in the sand, ready to float free.
A couple of days ago, I looked my new address for the first time. A German street name; zip code preceding the province, province preceding the country. I also took down the phone numbers for my new cast of blog characters mother’s family, who live in the province to the North. Seeing the new address and contact numbers always makes things that much more “real” and a bit unnerving. But, as I always tell myself, the physical symptoms for excitement and nervousness are the same. Even if said “excitement” is making me think about the things I will miss when I’m really gone. Namely:
In Ireland:
Hiberno-English. Ah, the sweet Irish-English dialect with its sures and its ah, go ons and its Is it not you yourself there?s and Are you all right, there?s and its half-elevens and its I’m after getting home from the pubs; its grands, biccies, and thanks a millions. Hiberno-English, you’re my favorite. I’ll miss you most of all.
Signs everywhere, written in both Irish and English. Even if most of the Irish population no longer speaks Gaeilge as a native language.
Spongebob as gaeilge. From TG4, the all-Irish language channel. No, can’t understand a freaking word; I just like the fact that it’s there.
Rugged sea cliffs.
- The Cliffs of Moher
- Inishmore
Rows of colored houses.
Villages.
Thick, meaty rashers.
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Hot ports in wintertime.
Irish hospitality.
In and Around Dublin
My street; my tiny bedsit.
The Wicklow Mountains.
Magpies, swans, and seagulls screeching overhead.
Sundays in Howth. Forty minutes away on the DART; seals, fish chowder, farmers’ market, sailboats, the Irish sea.
Grafton Street musicians.
Irish rain from the indoors. Snuggled inside with a cup of tea.
Georgian doors. In any color you can think of.
Georgian door knockers.
The scrummy Craig Doyle UPC ads. Ridebag.
Jo Burger in Rathmines. The one. The only. The homemade pickles and crunchy Breton buns; mommy.
But, you know. New places, new things.
I’ve only been to Ireland once (so far). Cycling. Always thought the “1000 shades of green” thing was a cliche, but was super-happy to find it isn’t. Went to the Cliffs of Moher. I think they were stunning, but it was raining so hard we couldn’t see ‘em!
What are you doing in Italy, other than not sending up your mother’s family on your blog?!
The Cliffs of Moher are indeed beautiful – I’m sorry to hear that it rained during your visit! … a beautiful country. Sigh.
Italy is beautiful, too. There, I will be going forward with my evil plans. And totally taking advantage of the fact that none of my mother’s relatives speak or read English.
Italy! OK, no I hadn’t read this. How exciting and totally different from Ireland (I’m talking crap, of course, since it’s been 200 years since I’ve been to either place). Can you speak any Italian? God I hope you can get Youtube there or just let me know and I’ll send you some Duran Duran links.
I’m looking forward to it… or at least I will once I get through tomorrow. I speak Italian, yes – my mother is Italian and it’s what we spoke at home while I was growing up. That said, I’m unfamiliar with the dialect they speak in the region I’m moving to so that should be interesting! I should be able to get youtube – I was able to get it when I lived in Japan and it saved many a dull night for me. But if you got some Duran Duran goodies to share, by all means… I love my New Romantics, no matter how old they are now.
Point of interest: the town I’m moving to is the town where my parents met 40 years ago. But more on that later.