I feel like every time I return to Paris after a visit home, my heart gets that bit heavier. I mean physically. I can feel it sink that closer to my stomach. It’s not that I don’t love it here but the time away from my family and friends is definitely the hardest. When I do get back to Ireland, it makes me appreciate it that bit more. Here’s a few things I miss about home (and a few shameless plugs to encourage ye all to visit)
The sea – this is a particularly idyllic and tranquil spot in Laytown, Co. Meath
The walk from Malahide to Portmarnock and back
First time I’d seen starfish on the beach – there was a whole colony of them
Scampi and chips from Beshoffs after a nice long stroll
Finding the beauty in the simplest surroundings…so Drogheda is not Paris, but it came up nice when the sun eventually came out of hiding
A walk around Drogheda (where I lived briefly as a child and don’t remember)
The River Boyne (comes in third place after the Seine and the Liffey)
Discovering new places in my own country (well not really “new”…Laurence’s Gate is a few hundred years old)
Mini bite of Ireland – churches, rivers and rolling hills
A scone and jam in my local cafe after a trip to the dentist 🙂
Have any of you ever been to Ireland? What do you like most about it?
Slan go foill!