Friends From Afar

Friends From Afar

DSC_0763The trip to Ireland began last summer, as the germ of an idea inspired by my good friend, Sarah. When I heard of her plans to spend a year studying abroad in Northern Ireland, I decided, some how, some way, to visit her.

We met in Dublin, after the saintly Sarah suffered a 4am bus ride down from her home away from home in Londonderry. In the topmost thumbnail, you see us on the rooftop gardens of the Chester Beatty library. I couldn’t resist returning to spend more time on the galleries that my parents and I blew through in an hour. In the secular book collection, Sarah and I giggled over gems like, “The Dunking of the Slave,” and “He carries his lover on his back as they elope through a field of grass.”

DSC_0768 DSC_0771For lunch, Sarah introduced me to The Fumbally, an organic food cafe with decor that deserves no other name but “hipster”: wooden tables crammed in alongside sofas, vintage posters and photographs in mismatched frames adorning the wall.

We savored our meals: salad sampler for Sarah and grilled salmon in herb broth for me, plus artisan bread and the most savory hummus that I have ever tasted. At the door, a hand-lettered sign invited us to take home a bunch of flowering garlic.

DSC_0775After a refreshing lunch, we gamboled about the touristy section of Dublin.

DSC_0783First stop: St. Patrick’s Cathedral. We elected not to pay the entrance fee, but the spectacular Gothic architecture provided plenty of food for the eyes from the outside.

Alas, while admiring the church, we fell foul of Irish weather: dark clouds thickened into rain and then hailstones! We pretended to find cover under a few tree branches, laughing helplessly as the skies pelted us with ice. Finally, Sarah noticed a band of light at the far edge of the sky; we dashed off in pursuit of fairer weather.

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Sights from around Dublin:

Trinity College: a neoclassical haven

Trinity College: a neoclassical haven

Christ's Church and Dublinia, one of the city's many museums

Christ’s Church alongside Dublinia, one of the city’s many museums

Performers on Grafton St., a pedestrianized walkway

Performers on Grafton St., a pedestrianized walkway

St. Stephen's Green: This photo doesn't do justice to the endless curls of flowers, water, and green, dotted with benches and pleasant places where one can sit and admire it all

St. Stephen’s Green

The above photo doesn’t do justice to the endless curls of flowers, water, and green, dotted with benches and pleasant places where one can sit and admire this arboreal haven in the midst of a concrete city. A less sightly visitor disturbed our repose, however: a mangled pigeon that lurked nearby in hopes of coaxing crumbs from us. Sarah, whose heart is much softer than mine, composed the following poem for the persistent little beast during her bus ride home:

Ode to a Pigeon
Kittie and I, we sat there, we two
Talking of our days of old.
When all of a sudden we heard a coo,
And there crept a pigeon so bold!
He slinked and he hopped on uneven feet,
Until he came right to our side.
He was such a bird as you never did see,
And he Kittie could not abide.
His feathers were rakish and dirty,
His beak was quite sadly askew.
He looked cast-off and unworthy
To be part of the pigeonly crew.
It was clear he’d been picked on and prodded.
And must have succumbed in the fight
Even though he had been defrauded
Of his own territorial rights.
Yet he rested there calmly, so sweet and forlorn
I was glad that he should there stay.
And the big bully pigeons just couldn’t be borne,
So I promptly shooed them away.
We said ‘take care’ when we had to go,
Then we got up and went on our way,
Dear thing, he began to follow, but no,
“No dear, you really must stay.”

 

For more of Sarah’s adventures in Ireland, check out her travel blog: Shamrocks with Sarah. See her post about our day together.

 

 

2 Responses

  1. Kittie – I love your writing! This post was such a fun read, and the time I spent with you was even better ❤️ Enjoy your last full day in Ireland, and I’ll see you next back in the States!

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