Sunday, 19 August 2012

Rocky Road to Dublin

Hey everybody, Matt here.

I'm writing you from both the Vancouver and the Gatwick airport and from the plane itself. Just thought I might want to get in the habit of updating this blog. Maybe even get Dad to do it once and while. It's always hard to leave home especially when that means leaving behind your beautiful girlfriend, or wife in my dad's case (Hi Mom). But both dad and I are looking forward to this trip, I'm sure it'll be a life changing experience. It's going to be a long ride to get there, I have already watched 2 movies and my laptop only has a 2 hour charge, unfortunately the ride isn't half over yet.

For me this trip marks the end of an era, a chapter, an episode. With all the people leaving and all the changes that my home will be going through before I come home how could it not? I don't want anyone saying anything cheesier than that. No “when one door opens” stuff please. Its difficult enough to leave those parts of my life behind as it is. I wont touch on this on the blog much I hope, I just wanted to make that bit clear.

Back to the bit you all care about, Ireland. As I write this part I haven't seen it yet. Though I imagine there is more to it than just shamrocks and beer. If there are any faeries or magic left I would imagine it would be in Ireland. If were lucky my dad and I might see some of the last of it. We'll be reading a book aloud to each other that is about Ireland's history in the form of stories. Hopefully it may tell us where to look. I also want to see some history of Ireland's great storytellers while I'm here such as Swift, Yeats, and Wilde. That could actually be pretty exciting for me as a writer.

My dad's got the whole trip planned out day to day, I'm just along for the ride. If you look at the itinerary then you already know more than I do. I'm just going to make it day by day. I've been wanting to go to Ireland my whole life, get in touch with my roots and all that. I guess I should go to Germany someday too in that case. It's probably best that dad planned the trip because I wouldn't know where to begin. Although he seems to want to take me to a dance club, I don't know how to tell him this but I inherited his dancing genes. I don't want the Irish to think that all Canadians have my incredible dancing abilities.

Well before my laptop runs out of juice on me here I guess I'll just wrap this up. I made a promise to someone very important to me that I would enjoy every second of my time in Ireland. I can do that, it'll be a hardship but someone has to do it (sarcasm of course (he hardship part I mean)).

Until the next post, where I can actually talk about Ireland hopefully. Catch you later, because Ireland, here I come... Oh, and my dad too.

-Matt

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