|Help! The Vikings are coming!|
I’m back! I can’t cover the month I just spent in Ireland in one post, so I’ll offer you bits and pieces over the next several blog posts. For the time being, I’ll say that I had brilliant conversations with people from all over the world, tons of tea, gorgeous walks through breathtaking land (sprinkled with historic and prehistoric sites, not to mention an astounding variety of wildflowers – many medicinal), and a generally rockin’ time.
I’ve become spoiled: I seem to have these sorts of experiences every time I go to Ireland. When I’m not there, I enjoy knowing that Ireland is going about its business – experiencing challenges for sure, but going on being an extraordinary place year in and year out.
I’m going to miss Pennsic* this year, but (since I just spent a month traveling) I’m determined not to feel sorry for myself. I still can’t help but watch the calendar to see when Pennsic starts, and I’m debating whether I could get away with wearing some garb each day in solidarity. (No debate, really. Vermont’s a safe haven for hippie skirts and peasant shirts.) Because Pennsic, unlike Ireland, only exists in the real world for two weeks every year. Something I’m finding bleeding inconsiderate this summer.
When you’re there, though, that’s part of Pennsic’s charm. Come July 30th, my consolation will be knowing that Pennsic is going about its business, and that the combined imaginations of all the people there are making it an extraordinary, if ephemeral, place.
*a.k.a. the strange festival where I met my boyfriend.