Warning: This post is really more about waiting than Ireland. If you can’t wait ’til Ireland, scroll down and hopefully you’ll find what you were looking for!
It might not be as grand an event as the arrival of the #RoyalBaby (there are no live cameras outside our apartment or hospital, no hashtags nor daily news reports, if you were wondering), but it’s one big waiting game over here at the moment nevertheless. For the baby number two, that is, for those who are just jumping in.
Every night I lay in my bed with part excitement, part trepidation wondering if this is going to be the night, only to wake up in the morning to the bleak reality that no, it wasn’t. And what should we do today? Well, let’s wait.
The other night we even got to the stage that the hospital bags were packed in a panicked frenzy and with slight regret of not doing it earlier. Me and my husband were making slightly last minute plans of what to do with miss Mini as we have no family nearby, stuffing random items of clothing and toddler suitable ready-to-eat food that we could find in the cupboards in the bags, while going through the list of names of our friends who were not on holidays abroad and could give us a hand the next morning.
And then? Night of restless sleep and wake up to the insistent calls of miss Mini ordering me to get up and play, and… no baby. Not that I thought the baby would arrive during the night without me noticing its arrival.
It’s not that I’m only waiting and doing nothing though. Days are filled with important online computery things and best laid plans to give a proper, slightly delayed, spring cleaning to our flat. And naps. And Cuba chocolate bars (I’m going to stop eating those after the arrival. Yes. Definitely). And cool showers as this northern country has turned into a hot mess.
But I’m rearing to go! I want to jump on my bike and go check-out the new single tracks my friends have found. I want to paddle down the local rivers and feel the cold water splashing on my face. And I want to sweat away in the gym only to relax in the heat of the sauna afterwards.
In other words, I want to meet this baby, start the recovery process and move on. Plan autumn travels. Travel. Do sports.
And meanwhile, we wait.
But maybe you were waiting for that Ireland bit I promised? As I’m working on a series of articles for Skimbaco Lifestyle online magazine on Ireland, I’ve been pulled back time and time again to early June and our little escape to the green isle. I go through the photos, my notes and remember little bits and pieces: the smells, the tastes, the views… And I thought that I’d share some of these memories here with you also.
Where as before my visits to Ireland were, let’s say, Dublin heavy, these days as a family we often head further afield especially to the west coast. This was the case in June also when we camped in Clifden, visited the Omey island and most importantly, celebrated friends’ wedding in the country side.
And Connemara in the very west of Ireland, just past Galway really must be one of the most beautiful areas in the country, especially if the sun is shining. Which might not be the case most of the time but hey, you could be lucky! We definitely were.
As we moved from our tent and the campsite with some gorgeous seaside views to the more luxurious Rosleague Manor to get ready for the wedding celebrations, these almost tropical views greeted us at the premises of the country house (above).
Although I think I preferred to more simple waterside views, just a short walk away by the rocky beach.
When we travel, we often camp, sleep in the van, visit friends or find budget-friendly accommodation. Hence staying in a luxury country house felt lusciously decadent, and I think even miss Mini found the posh side of her little-self when gazing out of the bathroom window. And before you ask, yes, that’s the bathroom window. The bathroom was huge!
Dare I say – I could get used to this…
Still, some of the best moments of any holiday for me are the little non-planned “not very significant” incidences like having a picnic with beautiful views while our baby napped in the car, just outside of Clifden along the Sky Road. Especially as after we could descend along the narrow winding road back towards our temporary luxurious residence. In the sunshine. With our bellies full. Ready for an exciting evening of wedding celebrations and catching up with old friends.
I hope you have a nice day and week ahead of you while we… wait. You got it. As someone said to me, keep fingers crossed and legs uncrossed, and the baby will come. Let’s hope that will happen sooner than later!
If you are keen to pack your bags and visit Connemara, have a look at the Connemara Tourism website for some ideas and information, and keep your eyes open for Ireland related articles on Skimbaco every Tuesday!