For my last day in Ireland, I decided I needed an official full Irish breakfast, you know, to compare the similar breakfasts they do in England and Scotland. I went to the Stage door cafe
Which had nice ambiance
And interesting decorations
The Irish coffee wasn’t as good as Jameson’s but the breakfast was better than the toast and cereal at the hostel!
Yes. There was black pudding. Which was neither black or what I know to be pudding. It was spicy and flavorful and I tried not to think about what it was while I ate it.
A couple of weeks ago I saw my favorite host family from Italy posting pictures of Ireland on Facebook. I messaged Luca (my host dad) saying that I would be in Ireland in a couple of weeks. He said they were only there for the weekend, but their daughter Silvia would be in Ireland for the next month. Silivia and I connected and made arrangements to meet. The last time I was with Silvia she was just starting high school. Now it was 5 years later. I was really looking forward to seeing how she had grown up.
We walked throughTrinity College in search of the Old Trinity Library. We glanced at the book of Kells exhibition and made our way upstairs.
I had such a great time listening to the girls talk shop– talking about their families, joys and grimaces, giving each other support and advice. I love other people’s workplace drama even when I don’t know the other characters.
But most of all I enjoyed wandering the streets of Dublin talking with Silvia. We wandered through the castle, St Patrick’s cathedral and Temple Bar. Her Italian accent had developed the Irish emphasis and musicality. We talked about politics, racism and cultural differences between countries, our passions and our travels. It’s always nice when you’re so deep in great conversation that the hours fly by.