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A Night at an Irish Pub

As some of you may know, I have spent the last five days in Dublin. Ireland. For decades I have been dreaming about this country. My biggest holiday wish has always been a horse riding vacation in Ireland – though it never came to pass. Green rolling hills. Brick walls. Sheep. Celtic traditions. And of course Irish folk music. I absolutely love Irish folk music.

Friday night we had dinner at the Oliver St Johan Gogartyย pub. By that time I was half asleep from walking the streets of Dublin all day. But at 8 PM three musicians unpacked their instruments and started tuning their guitar, violin and banjo. My head lifted and my hand was drumming to the beat. Soon everyone was singing and clapping along. The singer/guitar player asked each group where they came from and you can hear him calling all countries in the video at 2.10 minutes.ย This talented ensemble gave us a glorious evening.

What a nice short break this has been. After the south of England, yet another island has bound my heart.ย I called my Mom to ask if there was any chance I have English or Irish blood in my veins. She just grinned and told me she didn’t remember ๐Ÿ˜‰

I will show you more of Dublin later this week. But Dublin, charming as it is, is not Ireland. I really need to see the country side, see the greenness with my own eyes. Experience other cities. So I’m planning on coming back in 2014, traveling from Scotland over to Ireland, to get to know this country better.ย This was my first taste of Ireland – and Guinness – and already I’m craving for more, much more.

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37 thoughts on “A Night at an Irish Pub

  1. Amazing ๐Ÿ™‚ me too, would LOVE a horse riding vacation and in Ireland, that would be So super cool! I used to live in the southern part of England – I just love it there!
    Enjoy your holiday and Happy New Year!!

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    1. Happy New Year, dear Anne ๐Ÿ™‚ I’m dreaming about moving out there, to the South of England or Ireland. My sons are (almost) adults and only my job and family are keeping me here.
      Do you ever think about going back?

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    1. Alas I never got to the riding-in-Ireland part, Colonialist. In the year 2000 I messed up my back during a karate championship. I can never ride again, nor imitate the Karate Kid. Ever. So now I only ride in my dreams. And on my partners Harley ๐Ÿ˜‰
      We were back in the Netherlands at 7 PM New Year’s Eve, and got to celebrate the new year with dear friends.
      How did you and your loved ones celebrate?

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        1. I was told so by an orthopedic surgeon, and now I simply don’t dare to get up anymore. Three intervertebral discs are almost gone by now.
          That sounds cozy, Colonialist, happy you could celebrate it with your family.

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  2. My daughter and her husband spent three weeks travelling around Ireland,,, they loved it… The Irish do have a special type of music that stirs the feelings in one whenever one hears it…

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  3. Me too, Dutchess – Ireland holds a very special place for me…but then I have the genes with a few generations and other nights of passion thrown in.

    No one would go to Ireland with me so I hopped on a plane, rented a car in Shannon and began my circuit around the country. I picked up the lilt, the impishness and raucous humour – to such a degree they thought I was pulling a prank by saying I was from Canada!

    And I did go horse back riding! Since I was raised on Western saddles, they gave me a quick lesson on English, then released us to go and find the others. My horse took off like it needed its fellow equines more than feed! I clung on for dear life as this agile beastie flew over fences as if they were anthills. Somehow I managed to stay on, but flimsy sandals were not the best footwear for steeple chasing. When the ride was over and I finally got off the horse, my baby toes were completely numb. I nearly fell over – never having realized how much those little digits give us balance.

    I loved Ireland. And when I hear an Irish accent, they are an instant friend as far as I’m concerned.

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    1. That was really well done to stay on – usually one gets a feeling of great insecurity in a British saddle for a while after the Western ones.
      I am not much good in a Western one now, on the other hand, having adapted when the kids took up riding.

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    2. Amy, you are something else! I absolutely love it that you took off on your own when no one would accompany you to Ireland.
      And you stayed in the saddle, that’s quite an accomplishment on a strange horse in a strange saddle in a strange landscape. My compliments. You must have had a wonderful time, I’m so glad you shared this story!

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  4. I have been enamored with the English countryside ever since I read “The Shell Seekers” by Rosamunde Pilcher. When I dream of visiting Europe it is always the countryside I envision, never the busy cities…. Cheers!

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    1. Jeanne, I will order this book, thanks for the tip! ๐Ÿ™‚
      My partner loves city trips. I would rather roam the wild and discover deserted castles. But Dublin, like New York and Barcelona, has a charm that will grab you by your hand and drag you in.

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