Rain, Church, and Hippies
We have been very busy over the last few weeks, and I have not had much of an opportunity to just walk into the town center. It isn't much of a walk - about 15min - but I enjoy the stretch of the legs because I never know what is going to come my way.
A few observations from my walk today:
As I was walking out of the house D reminded me to take my hat. I looked out at the beautiful blue skies and picked up my hat (just in case). I was about five min. From the house when rain started to sting me. I looked up - but there were not any clouds directly above me. I can only guess that the rain was being carried along by the wind from a distant cloud. Huh... Life in Ireland.
I walked down by the old church in town (It isn't used anymore but it sits in very scenic spot). I was just really passing by it, but the plaque over the door caught my eye. It stated that the church had been built in July 1776. Huh.... I know that date for some reason... Go figure.
I was just about into the town center when I saw something that caught my eye. There were a group of people from the continent that appeared a lot like hippies. They were camping on the beach in a volkswagen bus that was painted with rainbows, clouds, and swirls of color. Their sliding van door was open and I could see beads hanging down like a curtain. There wasn't much activity with the exception of one very tall and skinny guy in a tie-dyed shirt and long hair walking around the van. We waved to each other as I walked by and I had to smile to myself about today's surprise. It isn't altogether unusual to see people dressed like hippies. I think that they are drawn to the idea of Ireland being a place where Celtic music is played in every home and to the idea where life is a little less complicated. They are just another surprise part of my walk today.
I'm never disappointed when I take the time to walk into town. You never know who/what you are going to run into.
A few observations from my walk today:
As I was walking out of the house D reminded me to take my hat. I looked out at the beautiful blue skies and picked up my hat (just in case). I was about five min. From the house when rain started to sting me. I looked up - but there were not any clouds directly above me. I can only guess that the rain was being carried along by the wind from a distant cloud. Huh... Life in Ireland.
I walked down by the old church in town (It isn't used anymore but it sits in very scenic spot). I was just really passing by it, but the plaque over the door caught my eye. It stated that the church had been built in July 1776. Huh.... I know that date for some reason... Go figure.
I was just about into the town center when I saw something that caught my eye. There were a group of people from the continent that appeared a lot like hippies. They were camping on the beach in a volkswagen bus that was painted with rainbows, clouds, and swirls of color. Their sliding van door was open and I could see beads hanging down like a curtain. There wasn't much activity with the exception of one very tall and skinny guy in a tie-dyed shirt and long hair walking around the van. We waved to each other as I walked by and I had to smile to myself about today's surprise. It isn't altogether unusual to see people dressed like hippies. I think that they are drawn to the idea of Ireland being a place where Celtic music is played in every home and to the idea where life is a little less complicated. They are just another surprise part of my walk today.
I'm never disappointed when I take the time to walk into town. You never know who/what you are going to run into.
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