Many writers with greater skill than I have more successfully, and succinctly written homage & ode to the Emerald Isle. But after having spent a week here for the first time, I am compelled to put my observations down in such a way that I can reflect on them in the future, and whenever possible, make a return trip.
That there are 24 shades of green on the island is no exaggeration. From the lush green fields, to the variety of leafy canopies, to the numerous shades of moss growing everywhere, there truly is natural green wherever you go. And that doesn’t include the post boxes that are holdovers from British rule, painted green to celebrate Independence.
The failte we experienced throughout our trip—certainly in Dublin City, but also as we journeyed beyond. As a product of the American Midwest, raised to make guests, visitors, and neighbors all feel welcome, I felt not just welcomed, but invited into the community as if I’d always belonged. The hospitality, generosity, and <xxx>.
The rich history—marred by oppression and tyranny—can be seen everywhere. The modern high rises and office buildings envelop old stone churches, not just in a way to preserve them, but with the intent to protect their spirit and help them persevere. The recognition that much of what Ireland is today is because of its tribulations (the name Dublin is derived from the Viking term for “dark pool” or “<xxx>”. The parliamentary government, urban planning, and many other systems are there because of British rule. And yet, Ireland is a proudly defiant place, fiercely independent and unique.
I could write about the food for many, many pages. The common staples are prevalent, yes—potatoes, cabbage, oats, beef, and lamb. But the wide variety of uses, and the numerous other ingredients, are well worth exploring. The sheer amount of fresh seafood is astounding—coming from someone who lives in northern New England, right on the coastline. The oysters are wonderfully briny, rich with salinity and minerals. There are numerous varieties of fish—all top notch. The squid, scallops, and prawns are divine. Then there is the bread. I enjoyed soda bread at home, but did not appreciate how malleable the recipe is. The simple distinction between light and dark soda bread, and the incorporation of oats, was a sheer delight to explore (I am eager to get home and try my hand at crafting a recipe that I can enjoy on a regular basis). Finally—the produce is wonderful. We ate plenty of potatoes, but had terrific carrots, crisp broccolini, incredible kale (nevermind that it was threaded through colcannon and topped with ample butter), and delightful apples, currants, and berries.
It’s not lost on me that part of my enjoyment for the past week has been the opportunity to relax (I am on vacation after all), enjoy the companionship of my partner, and reflect on the past year (since we last got a chance to downshift and unplug). In the fast-paced, ever shifting environment we call life, getting a chance to get grounded again, reset, and recharge is becoming increasingly valuable, but necessary. But I will add—the sheer enjoyment of this week has also been, in large part, due to this wonderful place, and everything it has to offer. I will be counting the days until I come back, and until then, Sláinte, you’s.