Odieas Gael part 1

Well holiday (number one of at least two I hope ) is over and what a holiday!  As I type I am still on a high from it. It was really that good and inspiring-I came out of my comfort zone big time on one occasion too.

I suppose I better start at the very start. I could do a Tarrentino and start in the middle then go to the end then back to the start –like in “Pulp Fiction.” There’ll be extras on the Facebook page-when you see a number in brackets- like (1) there’ll be an extra bit about it in Facebook –like the way you see in some books in an index at the end of the book –or the extra bit William Golding sent out if you requested it, in his book “The Princess Bride,” which I have pointed out before is darker from the film/movie.

                  Last year the Kitty Club (1) from a 2011 Irish Cycling Safari holiday had a reonion –after a couple or 3 “something is telling me I am meant to be doing this” incidents (ask and I’ll explain), I signed up for this holiday. On this holiday I met Carolyn, from Colorado. Carolyn(2) was great craic, I noticed very quickly we had a very good “working relationship” and she responded greatly to my one-liners and we got on like the proverbial house on fire. Carolyn is very talented and is very much into singing and dancing and does so whenever the urge hits her, a real free spirit(3). It was a great holiday and the growing kitty club decided to meet up this again. So we all booked into the one week (Carolyn who is not really a member of the kitty club booked this cycling holiday too). I fancied doing something different so via a newspaper article I came across something called Odieas Gael. Did the Irish Language and hill walking, amongst other things.So I signed up. Turned out that the week I wanted I was not able to do both-BUT they told me I could do both the following week AND it did the whole culture thing too-the music,dancing,story telling, the sean og singing and all that. Oh yes I thought that sounds good. I’ll do that. Carolyn told me (we kept in touch from last year) she was doing some Irish Culture holiday-but not much else –yes, turned out it was the same one. So with a gap of a week I was going to have two holidays with Carolyn. BUT something happened and I decided that I needed to cancel one of the holidays. In the long run the cycling holiday would cost more, and I have done it so many times before-it kind of made sense to go for the other one (and Carolyn would still be on that one too).

So I stick with the culture one-told Carolyn the story and that I’d keep an eye out for her when I go there. I arrived with some reservations wondering what I had let myself in for. Turned out that in total there was 120 people of varying levels of Irish on the course-including one Mary McAleese.

I met with Carolyn, she smiled, said hello and hugged me. Hmmm I thought, this hug is a bit tight and it’s lasting a bit long for a “hello” type hug. I’m not complaining and  I’m not letting go first here I said to myself.

To be continued….