As I sit in the Dublin airport on the way back home to New York, the writing of this post marks the end of my Ireland adventures, which I may chronicle a bit in future posts.
Traveling with old friends and new adds to the excitement of the travel, all while learning about others through the experiences shared with one another.
One of the singular best aspects of this kind of travel: entirely disappearing from the radar.
Other than the industry friends and professionals in Wexford, I was fairly certain I knew no one in ireland. Walking along the small, crowded street with R, I said, “It‘s so fantastic to be in a place that no one in the world knows where you are.”
A very thick southern Irish accent behind us said, “I know where you are!” We turned around to see a rough-looking fisherman type, probably in his 60s, who could have easily been related to Darby O’Gill.
The ridiculousness of this situation was cause for laughter by all, after which the man added, “Did anyone see you come in? Because if they saw you come in, they’ll be watchin’ for ya to leave too!”
What could possibly be said after that?