Ireland made me fall in love.
Two Christmases ago my friend
Mike mentioned that he received an update for a price of $318,
round-trip, to Ireland. Jokingly, I said "book it." A month
later we were messing around with the idea and discovered that
it was possible for us to go. We asked all of our friends, who
couldn't make such a quick decision and so we booked it for
ourselves.
A month and a half later we were in Ireland meeting
all different kinds of people (they were all so friendly). We
told them each a different (innocent) lie; sometimes were we
honeymooners, siblings, strangers, travel guide authors, etc.
We spent our days exploring anything that we noticed was near
our location on the map and our nights enjoying the crai'c at
the local pubs. Fifteen days with only one person to talk to ,
twenty-four hours a day is a very exhausting situation. The two of us
survived it beautifully and dream about doing it again.
I fell in love with Mike at various points during our vacation.
First it was his curiosity, then his openness and friendliness,
then his consideration and charm, his excitement, and then a
whole lot of other things. Eventually the last thing I got to
fall in love with about Mike was how he made the worst things
better, and he did by making me laugh at our horrible blues song
entitled : "I got the someone broke into my rental car and stole
all the s*** out of my trunk blues!" It's a wonderful song that
dried my tears, made everything right in the world (and in
Dublin), and still makes me laugh today.
Mike makes me want to go back to Dublin again, even after losing all
of the material things I brought with me and purchased while I was
there. Love is far greater than any material possession. I can't wait
to go anywhere with Mike; he is a phenomenal travel partner.
-Kerri
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