Déjà vu is French phrase that means already seen. Basically, it is the feeling that one has lived through the present situation before. And that is what Ireland felt like to me. A little like going home, but a home I only sense in my soul, like an abstract painting that lures me closer, that speaks to my heart, but can’t be described. And the music… it took me on an emotional ride. Joy, sorrow, love, grief. How one song could tell so much story is beyond me.
Walking around Dublin was a visual treat. We toured the Dublin castle and visited several pubs.The best meal I had on my whole trip was a big bowl of Guinness stew. Now I tried the beer, because let’s face it, you have to. If you don’t even try it might just be a reason to get you thrown out of Ireland. But I’ll have to be honest, the beer, I’ll only take in my stew, thank you. But that whiskey—and yes we did a tour and a tasting—I liked. I even brought a bottle home.
We took a day trip to the enchanting Glendalough. Marveled at the purple hills and awe inspiring views. We walked around a 6th century monastic settlement, where the tombstones have long since lost their inscriptions.
Anyone see the movie, P.S. I Love You? Do you remember the quaint bridge where Gerry met Holly for the first time? I walked along that path and realized there is something about this country that whispers romance into one’s ear. And of course, as soon as we got home, I watched the movie again.
You know in Texas we say if you don’t like the weather wait five minutes. Well, let me tell you, in Ireland I have never seen weather change so fast. From dreary and gray to blue sunny skies in only a couple of minutes.
As I write this blog, I’m listening to Irish music, and missing the place that feels as if it holds secrets to perhaps a past life. And maybe a future one, because I came home with several book ideas.
Have you ever been someplace that made you feel like you have been there before, but you know you haven’t?