Home again, home again.

Rome was great. It never ceases to amaze me. Walking through the doors of saint peters, exiting the metro to find the coloseum looming before us, or turning a corner and seeing the sun gleaming off the magnificently beautiful trevi fountain. This was the third time I did all these things, and it still felt like the first. However, my anticipation was even greater, cause I knew they were all coming.

Rome was more packed than usual due to the bank holiday weekend, because of this we decided to skip admission to a few of the major attractions and opt for people watching in the piazzas. Our last nite included an amazing dinner of salads and pastas chased down by delicious red wine. The food is simply amazing, however, we somehow also mananged to find a bad restaurant, i wouldn’t suggest it unless, day old microwaved vegitables is your thing.

Italy Novemeber 2007

So now, i’m back in Dublin, I feel truly home again. My friend jess (from germany and my compainion on this crazy irish adventure) captured my feelings about dublin:

…I would miss these thousands of people from all around the world who jostle my shoulder when I go through the city, where parcels never find our house, always a beer in front of me without having to pay…that amazing wind, I will miss the smell of winter… in Dublin that is a smell like a flowery open fire, pub’s where looking from the outside look empty and dead but inside all hell is breaking loose, where the rain and mist can be so lovely especially in the country side, bicycle lanes where actually there aren’t any … where elderly people and the pub keeper bring the night to an end … just a 10 minute drive when I want to smell the sea, just 30 minutes drive to see beautiful mountains … excellent and affordable fish and chips in the irish film institute … where people keep acting naturally in all their life situations, to live in the real and rough north side, the city where a river divides the money… but otherwise where everybody is a star.

Thanks Jess.