I Will Never & Final Thoughts from Heaven

I will never be the only female traveling with guys. I will never travel with Germans. I will never travel with people who take longer than me in the bathroom.
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Written at Coole Park -
The crunch of your feet as the soles of your shoes hit the gravel. The swish as fabric brushes fabric. The birds calling to one noather, singing their morning song. Every now & then, a bee buzzing close to your ear & then quickly flitting away to a flower. It's all familiar to you, but then again not. There wasn't a constuction supply store down the road a few yeras ago. You know the house next to Thoor Ballylee is new. So you try to remember how it was. How you want it to be. And who you're with doesn't add to the memories you are making. These Germans don't appreciate these historic sites for what they are. Celtic history. Literary history. It's all lost on them. They have no clue who William Butler Yeats or George Bernard Shaw are - why they are important. They complain because they can't hike. I offer them Coole Park - a plethora of walking and hiking trails. But still they complain. It doesn't suit them. They don't, or won't, appreciate the beauty of the park that inspires awe in me. They take their photos & then walk away. They don't see the beauty of which Yeats wrote. They don't like my fairy land. Maybe the fairies will disprove of their thoughts, kidnap them, and return them where they came from - to Germany. You can't be close-minded when visiting this land of Eire that I so dearly love. You only offend me. You miss out on the people, the sites, the history. YOu can't say you want Irish food & then not eat in a pub.

I want to come back to the Ireland I know & love. See it again through the eyes of people who care.