Bantry is a town of beautiful
woman in their 20s working as waitresses.
The smoked salmon was thick and filled me for nearly a full day. The hills make it spectacular and the cool
ocean air gives us good spirits. Now
this is the place to live in Ireland.
The church was less elaborate—the arches up the main axis painted and
without the traditional stonework. We’ve
set our bags down in the cemetery and take turns wandering the town. I’m dreaming of adventures again. I watched a video of some dancing in Costa
Rica and the world opened up again.
Tractor's Cafe in Bantry offered some wisdom.
We are addicted to taking
tea. Not tea itself, but the ritual, the
warmth, the careful proportioning of tea to milk. Bridie would have taken sugar. The ritual of the pint takes me
as well—but only with music. Without
music, the room is full of strangers, but with music, the twinkles re-inhabit
the eyes and the whole place is a stage set.
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