On the second leg of the journey by sky, I was seated in 24A next to this 60 year old woman and her husband. In our hour long conversation during the descent into Dublin, she mentioned to me that her and her friends use to make quilts for Vets since many of them would sleep under bridges. This wasn’t out of poverty, though I suspect that was also true, but because many of them had become claustrophobic and could no longer handle closed environments. Clad on her back was a beautiful hand-made jean jacket with pieces of quilt work. The seams, although not shown, were red and had hearts woven in every inch.
After we finally arrived in Dublin, we met up with Kevin Heany, a young, comical man, who drove us to Newry and on the way among telling us tales of the land, convinced both Kyle and me that we had to go through customs again. A bit after our scare, he honestly said, “You guys are quite lucky. We’re having a heat wave.” According to the thermometer at the airport, the weather was 58 degrees Fahrenheit.
According to Kevin, only in the past five years has the highway from Dublin to Belfast, M1, been in operation. Before the highway, it took 2 and ½ hours; it now takes less than 45 minutes (that’s with Kevin going 25 miles above the speed limit).
Language: Irish spell tires, “t-y-r-e-s.” Also, people are much more informal with their vernacular and have a liberal use of the word, “shit” and “good stuff.”
Newry is a cement jungle trimmed with bright colors, surrounded by green, rolling hills, and cut in half by a canal.
In Newry’s largest shopping center, “Quay,” (pronounced “key”), young women stood in line to stick their feet in tanks of fish that would eat off all their dead skin. Yum. Additionally, every student we saw was dressed in their green jackets, red sweaters, or blue dresses.
Lucozade. An orange colored Sprite tasting energy drink used by Kyle and I to overcome Jet Lag. Ingredients include lactic acid, a product of anaerobic respiration that causes a stinging sensation in your muscles after working out. What it was doing in an energy drink, neither of us could determine.
Fabulous painting from lunch place. There were five other paintings, each had different characters but with the same shifty eyes.