Tag: Ireland

Kickin’ Back, Dublin Style

Our first week, in Ulster, was the prelude to the main event — two weeks in Dublin. For Marilynn, that meant going to the National Library of Ireland from 9-5 on weekdays (plus one Saturday morning) and conducting archival research on the Brian Friel play “Faith Healer.”

My days were filled with grocery shopping, occasional work, laundry, general housekeeping and finding a gym. The first gym I researched wanted 100 Euro for a month. The gym recommended by our host was in a hoity-toity hotel that made the 150 Euro offer they made me for two weeks sound like a great deal. On my own, I found a gym at a nearby Clayton Hotel, which features a clean and uncrowded five-lane pool, a steam room, sauna, whirlpool and a large gym with machine and free weights, exercise bikes and other workout gear.

For those over 55 (and yes, I qualify — barely, he says with a straight face), it was only 46 Euro a month. What’s more, that was prorated to the 5th of the month, so it was only 25. I went every day except for a particularly blustery Saturday morning, making my daily outlay less than I’d pay for a cup of tea.

All good trips in Dublin start with a train trip!

2.5 Degrees of Separation — Tops

But Marilynn’s work schedule still allowed for a bit of fun. On the first Sunday, we dropped our bags at our flat near Grand Canal Dock and hopped a train to Dún Laoghaire to see a Rough Magic/Gate Theatre production of “The Loved Ones” by Erica Murray.

While trying to find the theatre, we heard someone calling Marilynn’s name (it happens so often here, I’m no longer surprised). An American academic from a liberal arts school in Virginia had brought a Maymester class to see the show, which included a pre-show talk by the playwright and the director, and she recognized Marilynn. Of course, we were invited to the talk. After 25 years of visiting the island, I’ve learned that the 6 degrees of separation we’re familiar with in the U.S. is more like 2.5 degrees in Ireland, especially if you’re married to an Irish literature scholar.

We also caught up with Lynne Parker, co-founder and longtime artistic director of Rough Magic. She’s the niece of the late Belfast playwright Stewart Parker (Marilynn’s second book was a critical biography of him) and a great friend. In fact, she was the first person connected with Marilynn’s research I ever met, in spring 2000 in Washington, D.C., when Rough Magic brought a production of Parker’s “Pentecost” to the Kennedy Center.

Rough Magic is at the forefront of bringing new plays to the stage and mentoring emerging talent across theater disciplines. The company commissioned the play, and the director honed his skills with the company.

Dublin Castle

Dublin Castle, EPIC, and the Custom House

To be honest, we didn’t get out much, a combination of Marilynn’s work and our familiarity with Dublin. Most of the things we wanted to see we’ve already seen. We ate out more than we should have, especially at Yoi Ramen, a block from our flat. We also found a new local at Slattery’s, which serves beautiful pints amid a friendly, welcoming atmosphere.

On a dank Saturday afternoon, we toured Dublin Castle, first constructed in the 13th century and long the headquarters of English and British administration in Ireland. It’s not a castle in the traditional sense, but large public buildings that have been in constant use for centuries.

A guided tour grants access to the underground areas of the expansive building. The confluence of the Poddle and Liffey rivers formed Dubh Linn, or “black pool,” where Dublin later derived its name. The Poddle flows north to south, mainly underground, and was once part of an expansive moat that surrounded Dublin Castle.

One of the more famous employees of Dublin Castle was Bram Stoker, best known for his Gothic novel “Dracula.” His first published book, “The Duties of Clerks of the Petty Sessions of Ireland,” was based on his experiences as a civil servant there. Even he admitted that one was boring.

Visitors on the guided tour also see the Chapel Royal, a small Gothic Revival church opened in 1814 and designed by Francis Johnston, who also designed the General Post Office. Over its history, it has been both a Protestant and Catholic worship space, but it has been deconsecrated and now hosts community events and concerts.

The tour also visits the State Apartments, open to the public. Highlights include Saint Patrick’s Hall, where Ireland’s presidents are inaugurated, and the James Connolly Room, where the injured and near-death leader of the Irish rebellion in 1916 spent his last days (the building was a hospital then) before being taken to Kilmainham Gaol and executed.

I also visited EPIC, The Irish Emigration Museum founded by Neville Isdell, a former chairman and CEO of The Coca-Cola Company – so it does have an Atlanta connection. The basic premise is that Irish people are everywhere.

Maybe it’s the extensive travel we’ve done in Ireland or the lack of actual exhibits, but EPIC doesn’t do it for me. However, I may be in the minority — the venue was supposedly rated Europe’s top tourist attraction between 2019-2021, and it has a 4.8 rating on Tripadvisor. I do appreciate that there are free public toilets in the center where EPIC is housed, however.

I also had a peek inside the Custom House Visitor Centre (top photo). At the time of our trip, tickets were free within 48 hours of visiting Dublin Castle or heavily discounted with a receipt from EPIC. If you’re an architecture buff, the Custom House should be near the top of your to-visit list. Designed by James Gandon in 1791, it served as the import/export portal for Dublin for over 100 years. The building was heavily damaged by fire in 1921 during the Irish War of Independence but later mostly rebuilt. Exhibits in the center encompass the building’s history and presentations related to the war of independence.

If time is limited, you can certainly glimpse the grandeur of the building for free. Pay close attention to the 14 figurines carved into the building’s keystones. They represent Ireland’s rivers. You can also see where the dome is differently colored from the rest of the building. The dome was rebuilt after the war, using local stone instead of the Portland stone used during initial construction.

Following the conclusion of the Dublin leg of our journey, our adventures next take us to Germany and France.

Finding New Adventures in Northern Ireland

Old friends, new sights, Irish-famous and not-so-Irish-famous folks and the unlikeliest reality TV star you can imagine.

Another summer, and another Irish adventure for Marilynn and me. She received a grant (two, actually) to conduct research in the National Library of Ireland, and we bookended those two weeks with a week in the north and a week in Germany and France. Declan is home this time, getting work experience as he moves closer to completing his Business degree.

We landed in Dublin on our 24th wedding anniversary. After a quick breakfast and the purchase of Dublin travel cards, we caught a bus for Belfast, which delivered us to Belfast Grand Central, the new multimodal facility that replaced the Europa Bus Center. It certainly is grand, but the facility is blocks from the main street, and the toilets are as far as possible from the bus and train bays. I’d hate to be a disabled person in Belfast.

Rediscovering Derry

Not any men’s room, but a good-looking and good-smelling men’s room in Derry. Believe, me, they are a rarity on the island.

After recovering for two nights in Tara Lodge and walking the streets of my adopted second hometown, we rented a car and headed to Derry, a 90-minute drive along (thankfully) good roads. We stayed with friends who happen to own a B&B, but they are in the process of retiring. They had just returned from five months in Malaga, and this will be their last year as hosts.

While in Derry, we enjoyed starters and pints at Trinity Pub, which I declare has the cleanest and sweetest-smelling toilets on the island. We also reacquainted ourselves with the historic Guildhall and walked Derry’s historic city walls. The following morning, we visited the Tower Museum, which traces Derry’s story from medieval times to the present.

The museum recently installed a multiroom “Derry Girls” exhibit that I bet stays there for many years. While we thoroughly enjoyed the program, I’m good-naturedly miffed that the show’s third series won the Ewart-Biggs Memorial Prize, which recognizes works that promote peace and reconciliation in Ireland. Marilynn’s book “Getting to Good Friday” was one of six on the short list for the award — and she was the only non-European nominated. But if you have to lose, who better to lose to than Derry Girls?

Exploring Ireland’s Past at Ulster American Folk Park

Mellon farmhouse at Ulster American Folk Park

While we’ve visited the Ulster Folk Museum just outside Belfast several times, we hadn’t been to the Ulster American Folk Park near Omagh before this trip. The concept is similar — exploring Ulster’s past through historic buildings — but the Folk Park takes a linear approach, from oldest building to newest, including an “ocean voyage” that brought immigrants to America. The park was developed around the birthplace of Irish-American banker and lawyer Thomas Mellon, founder of the Mellon banking dynasty (which remains in its original location).

We were surprised to learn that people (even the rich ones) slept upright, which is one reason why beds from olden times look so short. Poor people wanted as many kids as possible, even hanging fertility charms above the single bed in a one-room shack. How Mom and Dad found time, energy and privacy to make so many kids is puzzling, but the knowledgeable docent in the first dwelling assured us that procreation didn’t have to happen in a bed.

To access the American part of the park, you enter a large wooden building and “board” a replica immigrant ship. On the journey to Ireland, the ship transported goods for sale or trade. For the return journey, rough bunk beds were constructed belowdecks, where passengers were expected to remain for the duration of the journey. You were fed once a day and had to rely on provisions you brought with you the rest of the time. Sunshine? Forget it. Toilet? Try the bucket on the floor. No wonder they were called “coffin ships.”

After passage to the American side, you will find mostly buildings transported from the States, including an 18th-century stone house, a log cabin and a house from Pennsylvania, a West Virginia farmhouse and a Tennessee brick plantation house. The latter’s bricks still show marks where they were carefully numbered, disassembled, transported to the Folk Park and painstakingly reconstructed.

Castle Ward Without Game of Thrones Connotations

View of Portaferry from Strangford Lough car ferry

That night, we stayed in the Goldenhill Guesthouse, a B&B with beautiful views about four miles outside Omagh. After a frustrating day sitting in a traffic jam caused by an overturned cattle lorry (can’t they just shoot the cattle and eat them?), we made our way to Castle Ward, a National Trust site best known as representing Winterfell from Game of Thrones.

When we lived in Belfast in 2017, we tried to visit Castle Ward several times, but it was always closed for filming. So we count ourselves lucky for a chance to visit the historic house (although we did not make it to the older part of the grounds where GoT was filmed).

From an architectural standpoint, the 18th-century building reflects the differing styles of the owners. The husband’s style was classical Palladian, while the wife preferred Georgian Gothic. The differences are evident throughout the building, which is split in two by those styles. The husband’s preferences won out on the entrance side of the building, while the wife’s Gothic touches can be seen from Strangford Lough, which the back of the building overlooks.

The most interesting factoid from the house tour was the “cat pantry” on the lower level, next to the wine cellar. During the day, dozens of cats were kept in the pantry. They were let out at night to catch rats, then lured back to the pantry with food early in the morning. Of course, a scullery maid was responsible for cleaning the cat pantry daily at a time when a litter box was unthinkable.

Our penultimate night in the north was spent in Portaferry, which we reached via a small car ferry — my first time taking this particular form of transportation.

Visiting Friends the Main Reason for the Journey

Joanna (from left), Marcus, Mary and Eileen with Marilynn

At each stop along the way, we visited friends, some of whom Marilynn has known for decades. She’s known our Derry friends since the last ‘80s, when she researched her first book in the formerly war-torn city. Friends from Belfast we shared dinner with on our last night date from her work on Belfast playwright Stewart Parker. We also visited colleagues and writers including playwright Anne Devlin and novelist David Park, whose new novel “Ghost Wedding” was released in May to positive reviews.

The most surprising visit was with our friend Eileen. We met her in 2017 and became fast friends, enjoying great adventures such as glimpsing puffins and seals on Rathlin Island and a weekend visit to National Trust properties including the Crom Estate, where I got to drive a boat for the first time. It was a big deal for me — trust me.

Anyway, she casually mentioned that she was currently on an RTÉ One reality show called “Super Garden,” where a handful of gardeners compete for fame and glory. She’s always been an avid gardener and recently completed a horticultural degree. She applied for the competition as part of the degree process, never imagining she would be chosen. When we lived in Belfast, there was a nearby road named Eileen Gardens. I took a picture of the road sign and had a metal sign made for her garden.

Bound by confidentiality, she couldn’t tell us whether she had won, but we certainly hope she did for several reasons. One, she’s a fantastic person and probably an underdog. Two, she was the only one whose age features prominently in her profile for the show.

Feels Like the First Time, All Over Again

I’ve been to Ireland so many times that I’ve lost track. Tough problem to have, I know, but there always seems to be something new to see or do.

This year, during Georgia State University’s spring break, I had the pleasure of accompanying Marilynn and 12 undergrads for five intensive days in Dublin on a James Joyce’s Dublin study abroad program. They had read “Dubliners,” “A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man,” and two episodes of “Ulysses.” My unofficial job was mainly to count heads and make sure everyone was walking in the right direction or got on the right luas (tram).

For me, this experience recalled the first time we brought our sons to Ireland, although 12 times more intense. About half the students had never been out of the country, and none of them had been to Ireland.

Dublin is fairly compact, with a great interconnected bus/tram/train system that makes travel simple—especially if you have a transportation pass, which we all did. Jitters and general unease among the students about navigating a foreign city quickly gave way to groups of students shopping, attending a drag show, visiting bookstores, and shopping. Yes, shopping is mentioned twice, because that’s what most of them did during their free day.

Here’s a sampling of what we did:

  • Guided tour of the GPO Museum, headquarters of the Easter Rising in 1916. By the way, it still serves as a Post Office.
  • Literary and musical pub crawls (because, why not?)
  • Walking tour of James Joyce’s Dublin, from the James Joyce Center
  • Tour of the Museum of Literature Ireland (MoLi), pronounced the same as Leopold Bloom’s wife, Molly. Coincidence? We don’t think so.
  • Visit to Sweny’s Pharmacy, where Bloom buys a bar of lemon soap.
  • W. B. Yeats exhibit at the National Library of Ireland, which is worth a look even if you know nothing about Yeats because the building is gorgeous.
  • Talk by Lynne Parker, good friend and artistic director of the Rough Magic Theatre Company
  • Dined like locals in the café at Dunne’s department store and by grabbing meal deals (sandwich, snack and drink for about $6) at Tesco
  • Attended a play (that’s best not mentioned further)

The culminating event of the week was a visit to the Martello tower in Sandycove where Joyce “lived” for six days in 1904. He hated it so much he left in the middle of the night and walked back to Dublin, leaving the country within a month. He only returned to Ireland twice after that, the last time in 1912. He wrote “Ulysses” from memories of Dublin and answers to the pestering questions he sent to friends. The James Joyce Tower is one of a series of towers the British built along the Irish coast in the early 19th century to defend against invasion.

For those who haven’t read “Ulysses,” a scene in the tower opens the book.

Lessons Learned

I learned that students today (especially this group) don’t do much drinking, which suited chaperone Marilynn just fine. She and I definitely downed more pints than the rest of them combined, and a second beer is a big night for either of us. I also learned how to make a Girlie Guinness by adding blackcurrant liqueur to counteract the bitterness of the stout. (Don’t hate on me for the name—that’s what the barman called it).

Unfortunately, the students missed out on two of my favorite parts of being in Ireland: the splendor of the full Irish breakfast that’s only served in fine B&Bs (they could have made their own at the breakfast buffet, but it’s just not the same) and the Irish countryside, which features at least 10 colors of green you won’t find anywhere else.

But they took away fond memories of James Joyce’s Dublin, discovered the thrill of travel, and made friends that will last a lifetime. For Marilynn, it was the culmination of much planning and nearly flawless execution. And for me, hope for the future knowing that the world will soon be in the hands of students like these. While it was the first time visiting Dublin for the students, it won’t be the last time for many of them.

Potential Puking Aside, Real Irish Adventure on Aran Islands

I don’t know whether there is a god for those about to hurl, but I certainly prayed to some deity during a rough, 45-minute ferry ride from Doolin to Inishmore, the largest of the Aran Islands.

After arriving at Shannon Airport, we made our way to Doolin, a frequent stopping-off point for either the Aran Islands or the stunning Cliffs of Moher — or both. Marilynn hadn’t been on the islands since her first trip to the Emerald Isle 35 years earlier, and Declan and I had never been.

We stayed at Fisherman’s Rest, a great B&B run by Danny and Mairead Guerin. Danny was our main host and had adorned the breakfast area with pennants of various, mostly German, football teams. He and Declan had a long discussion about FC Kaiserslautern. We also had terrific meals and pints at Gus O’Connor’s pub, which Marilynn and I immediately recognized from a trip we took with Walker 25 years ago. Walker fell asleep during the music session, and a man named Paddy (naturally) gave him a Euro coin that I still have at home. My mussels were delicious and more than I could eat, so Marilynn helped.

Hurling (and Not the Irish Sport)

The next morning, after a full Irish breakfast and a Dramamine, it was off to the Doolin Ferry for the longest water leg of our trip. We thought we were fortunate to snag topside seats for the journey. The sky was blue with nary a cloud in the sky. Until it started to rain, and the seas began to roil. Or was that my stomach?

I don’t remember much about the trip, except for holding my umbrella just over my head to ward off the worst of the rain; the water washing over our luggage and splashing me; prayers to the anti-puking god; the single piece of someone’s luggage across the aisle I focused on while waiting for this interminable trip to end; the placebo power of many, many antacids; and the overwhelming desire to kiss the ground once we reached dry land.

More Time to Explore Inishmore

Most tourists do day trips to the islands, scurrying around for a couple of hours before hopping a ferry back. We took our time, spending two nights on Inishmore (Inis Mor) and one night on Inisheer (Inis Oirr), the smallest of the main islands.

We spent the first day orienting ourselves amid the continued spitting rain, checking out the dining options and making plans for our main day of visiting. The island empties at 4 p.m., leaving just 800 residents and however many intrepid visitors book rooms on a particular day.

Declan and I watched the opening Euro 2024 match at Tigh Joe Mac, where Declan made friends with a local named Tommy, who told his friends that Declan was a cousin from America when Declan returned to the pub the following evening.

The following morning, after the rain finally stopped, we rented bikes, which are essential for exploring the island. We packed a lunch and made for the ruins of St. Benan’s Church, supposedly the smallest church in Ireland. After cycling for about 20 minutes, we ditched our bikes and headed through cow fields and broken walls to the highest point on the island. The church dates to the 7th century and measures 11×15. The grounds also include the remnants of a Celtic cross that the cows were lounging around and the base of a round tower about halfway up the hill.

After enjoying our lunch near the church on some flat rocks, we made our way back to the B&B via a graveyard near the shore that also contained the remains of St. Enda’s, a 6th-century monastery that had sunk into the ground.

When we got back on our bikes that afternoon, backsides burning from sitting on tiny seats, we pedaled against near gale-force winds to the ruins of St. Ciaran’s, an 8th- or 9th-century church. Our ultimate destination was the Wormhole, a supposed naturally rectangular blowhole that sits on land reportedly posted as “no trespassing.” Amid spotty cell service that made navigation treacherous, tired asses, and a desire for dinner, we gave up our search for the wormhole and settled for a glimpse of Dun Eochla, a large hilltop ringfort that is free to visit and not as crowded as nearby Dun Aonghasa.

Music Session and Nighttime Church Visit

The next morning after breakfast, it was back to the ferry (!!!) for a smooth 20-minute journey to Inisheer. We beat most of the day-trippers, dropping our bags and snagging a donkey cart ride around the island before the general tumult of the day.

The donkey ride is a great orientation to the island, winding through narrow roads bounded by dry stone walls at every turn. The first stop was the wrecked ship Plassey, which went aground on the island in the 1960s, its cargo of yarn, stained glass, and whiskey lost to the elements. Then it was on to O’Brien’s Castle, the remains of a 15th-century tower house that’s now a national monument. The castle offers stunning views of the Atlantic Ocean on one side and the island itself on the other.

After lunch, we lounged in our room at Tigh Ruairi, a pub/B&B. At one point, Marilynn and Declan checked out the sunken church a short walk away. In the evening, we went to a music session at a local hotel. While Marilynn stayed there, Declan and I retraced his steps from earlier to visit Teampall Caomhán, which dates from the 10th century. Despite it being past 10 p.m., the church was perfectly visible.

The church is dedicated to St. Caomhán (Cavan), the patron saint of the island. We visited just after his feast day (June 14), and candles still burned in his honor. Over time, the church fell into disuse, and drifting sands covered what remained of the church. Dedicated islanders dug out the chancel area of the church and continue to keep it clear.

With the Aran Islands behind us, it’s now on to Limerick.