We travelled to Ireland this weekend and learned a host of new Gaelic words. 'Sally' means 'willow' and 'beg' (pronounced bey-og) means 'small'. 'Tay,' not surprisingly, is 'tea' and 'baile' (anglicized as 'bally') means 'city.' Hearing it spoken on the grounds of Trinity College and in the streets of the Temple Bar like stanzas from a Tokien novel made me want to read a language geneology, if there is such a thing.
It was, perhaps, not the best weekend to travel to Dublin. The plane flight was, as Jason put it, a "sausage fest" as Ireland was playing Wales in a World Cup Qualifier. Large groups of men were, some of them already smelling of the bar, loud and all dressed alike in the check-in line at the Birmingham International Airport.
Jason took the day off on Friday and we arrived early, for us, in Dublin, checked in to our swanky hotel, and did our usual apres lunch recon city walk. We had dinner at, of all places, an Indonesian place that was almost, but not quite, completely tasteless.
On Saturday we took a day tour to Wicklow County.
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