An Eiry Journey

Rosa can be a hulleva lot to live with but it’s her goodbye’s that make me miss her.

She dropped me off at RDU on Saturday with a very frenchly kiss. After sliding smoothly through security, I ran into Will the poet, who was on his way to Palestine, by way of New York. I turns out, we were departing through the same gate, his plane came in directly after mine. I hold the upmost admiration for him, he is a very saintly man, and willing to fight a cause and for a people who are not his own. He is travelling to help others and do something of meaning, I am traveling and going nowhere.

 

I shouldn’t have told Will about the flight I took from NY, the one where I was seated next to the biggest woman on the tiniest plane.  I jinxed myself in doing so, because on the way from ATL to Dublin it happened again, and I spent the ride with Ms. Thighs Almighty weighing in on me. I was trying not to be impolite, while she was obviously irritable and embarrassed. I couldn’t tell if I was more excited to land in Eire or let my legs loose.

 

After traversing aimlessly through downtown Dublin I feel a lot less Irish than I thought I was. My most memorable moment was when I fell asleep on the lawn at St. Patrick’s cathedral, only a tail away from the sacred well. Luckily later on I met my roommates at the Hostel, Carlos and Alejandra from Guadalajara, and we ended up tagging along with some others, went pubbing, replaced my blood with beer and broke my shy. We talked loudly and danced in a huddle, I stole some drinks off a table, and found that hearing American pop songs in an Irish pub made me more proud to be a Yank than fireworks ever have.  That night I partied with Amanda from California, 3 dudes from Philly, a brother and sister from Wisconsin, an Aussie gal, and an Irish guy. Most of the dudes seemed to be fixated on winning over the Australian chick, I was on faithful boyfriend mode and didn’t pay her much mind. The next day when she left, she gave everybody a hug, but I believe that my cheek was the only one she kissed, and I swear I could see wide eyes and jaws drop out of the corner of my eyes.

 

Did I mention the sun-shower that sprung down as I wandered the streets of Dublin? Let that be me fireworks. (July 4^th, 2010)