We sat around a giant solid wood table, which perfectly fit into a warm, homey kitchen in Galway, Ireland. The kids were buzzing around with their new best friends, and we adults stuffed our faces with food prepared by many Irish hands.
So far, this all seemed familiar. Except for the cold, swirling wind outside which rattled the windows. I hadn't known that Ireland was so cold. It was the beginning of June, it should have been summer, in my head.
As we sat and talked with Una, our Irish hostess of perfection, and her husband Mike, the devastatingly sad song of Ireland's history was spelled out for us like I'd not expected. Stories of recent economic times which went from booming to failing in what seemed like a blink of an eye. Stories of a more distant past, full of clashes and wars with neighboring countries, even within Ireland itself. All this history coupled with the rain pelting the side of the house was both chilling and enlightening.
I, personally, was sad for Ireland. I'm always sad for anyone who I think deserves better than what they are getting. And the Irish, in my humble opinion, deserve a strong, stable economy and a string of warm, sunny days in a row, every week, every month.
But then again, isn't the chilling past, frosty wind and grey sky part of what makes Ireland so rich and real feeling? Why are the Irish so... nice? More than nice. The Irish are amazing. We felt so welcome there, and were treated to so many great and rich stories, astounding natural sights, magical culture.
I need to go back.
Pictures below taken on the COLDEST day of our Ireland trip- I swear. It doesn't look to cold, but trust me. It was.
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