Spring Dreams

As I’m sure most Minnesotans are, I am looking forward to Spring. The long, dark, soul wrenching cold of a Minnesota Winter begins to seriously weigh heavy on me by February. I dream of green things, of flowers poking up out of the soil. Unfrozen soil. I dream of not risking my life every time I venture outside due to everything being covered in a layer of ice. Not to mention the below zero air temperature that actually hurts your face. I saw a cartoon recently where the character asks why they live where the air hurts their face. It’s a reasonable question, and one that can’t be reasonably answered. A lot of us live here because it’s where we were born. It’s what we know. It’s where our families are, and so we stay. And of course we complain. Loudly. The thing is, if I were to go tropical, I wouldn’t be able to handle the heat. I know people who live in Florida, who talk about the beaches and the warm weather. I would be a dripping, sweating, hot mess in a place like that. I think however, that I could do with a little less below zero, face hurting air though.

So, in helping to think about nicer weather I’m planning a second trip to Ireland. Now there is a country with temperatures I can relate to. 39 degrees (Fahrenheit) to 68 degrees average year round. I could live with that. I went to Ireland for the first time last year and fell in love with the place. I knew right away that I would want to go back, and so I am. As before, I’ll spend two days in Dublin, and then the next eight days roaming around the West and South part of the country. I can’t explain the beauty, you just have to see it. I was first drawn to Ireland because I’m part Irish. I have Brown, Daily, Byrne, and O’Brien names in my family tree and I’ve trace them back to the 1300’s. I’m also part Scottish, French, German, and Dutch but none of those places intrigue me as much as Ireland, (maybe Scotland) and I can’t explain it. I guess I don’t have to. I’ll continue to go there as long as I’m able.

I found out that you can stay in Ireland up to 90 days without a Visa and if I didn’t have my dog at home to take care of, I would. I found lot’s of places last year that I would love to spend time exploring further. And I swear, if our president gets elected for another term and turns the U.S. into a fascist regime I’m going to apply for political asylum in Ireland. (Maybe I shouldn’t have said that!) So I’m off to Ireland this Spring. Feel free to miss me while I’m gone, or not. I’m sure I’ll have plenty to tell you when (if) I return.


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