We left Ireland as we entered, in the rainbow making rain, on the Blue Coach. We left Blooms Hotel and made the short journey to the bus stops in front of Trinity College. As we were waiting, a bloke approached us and asked if we were headed to the airport. We nodded and answered in the affirmative. "Well, not at this stop ye won't!" he informed us. Once again we were saved by the kindness and affable nature of the Irish.
We were given typical Irish directions, "Walk down the street until you come to the green shop with the pretty flowers sitting next to the Paddy parlor , turn right and continue about a half block and there you should be!"
Off we went again. It was actually very close Unfortuntely, the Blue Coach was rounding the corner in front of O'Neills Pub heading away from us. Not to worry, a new one arrives every 15 minutes. Our tiny group of two grew as the time went by. We were engaged in a nice conversation with a young man who was going on a holiday to Spain. We watched the people walk in that swift determined and no nonsense style that made me understand why there are so very few over weight people in Ireland.
I missed it already and I had yet to leave.
It began to rain with fat drops plopping on my upturned face as I looked skyward. I backed up against the high rock wall that bordered the sidewalk. The ivy growing on the opposite side spilt over the top making a natural unbrella.
I took this last picture of Joe on the streets of Dublin in the soft Irish rain, the lad going to Spain behind him, and across the street, O'Neills Pub.
The rain mixed with the tears running down my face.