The scene 90 minutes ago.
And I swear this is where I was 91 minutes ago.
To wit: I still have sweet Olivia’s Northern accent knocking about quite smartly in my head.
Life moves quickly, and I can’t believe that I’ve just completed my pilgrimage to Dublin for this year.
Leaving Ireland this morning was mostly bitter, and not so sweet. I’m not going to lie, nor would you believe me if I tried to paint a silver lining around the above dilapidated baggage belt, and how it exceeds expectations as it continues to operate. No. Coming back to Dakar is not exactly an oasis of sarcasm for Megan. Dublin, on the other hand, is what makes this Olmsted Scholar feel like her life has been properly calibrated- and that’s okay.
I can’t help who I am.
First full day heading into city centre. We get on the Dublin Bus, and my brother pays but doesn’t take his ticket. I look at the bus driver and say “my brother” before grabbing his ticket for him. The driver nods knowingly and says to me “He’s a pain in the ass.” You know it my good man, and I know I am back in the land of fantastically understated humor.
I could and should make this post more complete, but alas, I am back in Dakar. This means that my internet is still not functioning, and I am presently stealing from my neighbor- which also makes for slow photo upload times. I will post more tomorrow, after some good sleep and maybe even a foray into the university.
For now, I leave you all with a sound that lulled me to sleep each night outside my bedroom window while I was living near Windmill Lane: