Ok pre-script time- I feel like my rambling about my “girl emotions” didn’t really give you a full glimpse of my arrival to my hotel in Killarney so I’d like to rectify. If you feel satisfied with that day’s dramatization of activities, please feel free to skip on over this post. I won’t be upset I promise…proceed at your own risk.
Still Sunday Sept 6- Evening
I got to the hotel on the lake too late in the day to continue with activities. I had spent the day leisurely driving the roads of Kerry stopping at every breathtaking view so naturally it took me hours and hours. I decided to have fish and chips at the lakeside bistro. I couldn’t not order my new favorite pint of murphys’s, it made me miss the Tin and Max (the dog, not the boy). The food was good…ok everyone knows I’m a good snob. It was decent, I suppose the Irish don’t like salt so it was lacking a bit. I saboteur the Murphys’s and the blue sky and the breeze coming from the lake sifted thru the surrounding trees.
I retreated to my room, weary from my journey and desperate for the quiet which has now become a standard and not a luxury. I laid my head in that pillow that smells of rose water but makes me feel as though my head is laid gently on my mothers lap. I miss her..she raised me strong but with a gentle love that makes me think of only her when I am at the happiest.
The Murphys’s had opened an empty place inside the liquor cabinet of my stomach which called to be filled. I dialed 0 and waited for reception silently wondering what they would think if I ordered a whole bottle of wine. It’s a good thing I let that feeling pass. I turned on the tv in the hotel room and was surprised to find a Netflix app waiting to have my name. As I sorted thru the selection I stopped because of his face. My mother told me if I was to return with a man he should remind me of Colin Farell. As I pressed for more I found it was set in Ireland and quickly requested it to begin hoping the wine would come soon and the descent into rapture would begin.
The movie carried on much as I thought it would a lovely romance sandwiched between reality and lore. However I was only sandwiched by my pillow and moosey. Realizing it had been an hour since my request I rang the front only to find they had forgotten what room number and were waiting for me to call back. He arrived fairly quickly with wine in hand…too bad it was the wrong one. Another few minutes passed and the door rang once more. His deep apologies came with the wine and I my focus on the bottle advised him all was forgiven as soon as he opened that cork.
I poured the first glass listening to the sounds of the liquid hit the crystal and the aroma of blackberries and plums to swirl from its stem. I sat on the bed gently careful not to demand the wine from the glass.
The movie finished and the lights went out.
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