Ok…I am officially excited! I got an email from the “Donkeyman”, Kevin O’Hara, wonderful author of “Last of the Donkey Pilgrims.” If you haven’t read it, read it! It’s a story of his journey around the entire ring of Ireland at the end of the 1970’s. It’s the story of his growth as a person, his relationship with a wonderful donkey named Missy, a glimpse into Irish life at that time, and a wonderful picture of the warmth of the Irish people he encountered along the way. Yes, I just used the word “wonderful” four times, and that was intentional. 🙂
I wrote him to let him know how much I liked the book, and he wrote back graciously and asked for one of my CD’s. Super cool! So now I am happy, and wanted to share some of that bubbly over-enthusiasm with all of you. If you like Ireland, travel stories, donkeys of any kind, and good storytelling, you will love “Last of the Donkey Pilgrims” by Kevin O’Hara.
The Jolly Roger Restaurant in Kill Devil Hills, NC is a great beach restaurant. Not only do they have awesome food, but you get to hang out with their resident pirates and flying horse. If you’re ever in the area, check it out!
One of the Winged Horses of the Outer Banks
Oh, no…the pirate took Baby Mickey! 🙂
The ceiling of the restaurant looks like you’re sitting inside a pirate’s chest.
We had a wonderful relaxing beach vacation last week. A mix of sun, clouds and rain, just like I like it. The clouds and the rain give me a “break”…a good excuse to curl up on the sofa with a book and stop going so fast. Anyway, on our last day on the beach, my dear husband informed me that the trusty umbrella, our protector from the harsh sun’s rays, the umbrella that I am always in charge of carrying (since he is carrying everything else) did not make it home the day before. Which meant that I had LEFT it, the poor little defenseless umbrella was left to the ravages of the ocean’s waves all night alone. We scoured the beach house, the dunes, the decks, the stairs in vain…no umbrella. Meanwhile, I am feeling low and pitiful for myself…not only did I forget the only thing I was in charge of, but the sun was beating down unmercifully and I could practically feel myself burning despite my sunblock. As I sat in the beach chair, I sent my daughter on one last “scouting” expedition down the beach to see if she saw it. And lo and behold, there it was…lying in the sand incognito. We reclaimed/asked the nice man whom it was sitting with if he had found it, and Presto! He gladly gave it back to us.
I have never been so happy to be sitting under an umbrella. Which goes to illustrate the song lyric, “You don’t know what you’ve got ’til it’s gone.” Of course, as things go, it was cloudy and pouring rain within the hour, but those few minutes were precious! Here is a picture of our lovely umbrella, in the rain of course, back at the beach house. This time I was extra careful to bring him home. 🙂 Slainte, Lisa
“A man travels the world over in search of what he needs and returns home to find it.”
-George Moore, Irish poet
Life is ironic sometimes…you feel dissatisfied, restless, yearning to roam somewhere new and just see something different. You save, you plan, you go to this new place. You walk around looking at the new buildings, sceneries, faces; moved but sometimes overwhelmed by the sheer amount of newness. You look for glimpses of familiarity in the faces and language swirling around you, and sometimes you see & hear it and it brings a modicum of comfort. Could it be? Do you actually miss home after all this wanting to escape it? You face the last day of the journey, feeling nostalgic already for the place you are leaving. But then, you make it home…the familiar bumps in the driveway feel more endearing, the rise of the house in front of you makes you happier than it has in a long time, and the love that you feel for home, for those dear to you that you left behind, becomes very clear and poignant. You are home, and you are happy.