High in the mountains of Wicklow, with a guide named 'Frank'. He looked a little like a hobbit and he was fascinated by his own philosophy. Frank doesn't believe in anything, except for the sun. The sun is his god. He told us about the rock 'n roll in Ireland. God is the 'rock' and the people are the 'roll'. Frank likes funerals. It's his way to celebrate life. At the end of the day Frank took us to a bridge, the brigde of 'P.S. I Love You'. It was breathtaking. We walked in the surroundings and we bumped into a filmset. Vikings and sword fights. Frank was the one who learned me that Irish people don't say 'goodbye', they say 'cheers' when they leave. That's why I'm toasting the whole time now and I love it. We ended the week with a pillow fight party. The floor looked like it was covered with popcorn and whipped cream.
I learned a new lesson today. Things don't happen with a reason or by, so-called, not existing coincidence or just 'because'. No, they happen because it's on purpose. I'm reflecting to much. Lately my head turns into a messy paste. Letting go of things isn't the same as forgetting. The Irish people are so laid-back and calm. Keep calm and carry on! Or, as in this case, keep clean and cream. (The first photo is a picture of the most ugliest high-waisted pants I've ever bought. In my opinion it's beautiful in a ugly kind of way. However, I love it.)
I'm finally writing from behind my Irish desk. I landed yesterday, it's crazy, crazy! I also received a message from blogger Annemieke to let me know I'm blog of the month August. She interviewed me and if you're interested you can read the article here. It's about my love for vintage clothing and shopping and of course about my blog and style. (Photo of me by FOAM.)
Saturday, a big day. A happy day, a sad day. Saturday is the beginning of a new adventure. I'll leave for 5 months to Dublin in Ireland. I laugh and I cry. I feel blessed, I feel cursed. I'm looking forward. A piece of thoughts, flying trough my head. Physical flying to a new life. Enjoying the people around me, laughing together. Saying goodbye, hugs, tears and waving. It's not that I'm afraid for what is coming, it's just I'll miss all this. I'm curious for what's coming. Dublin it is, with no way back.
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Hi there! Ik ben Cherelle, en dit plekje is (al meer dan 10 jaar!) mijn avontuur- en reisblog met persoonlijke reisverhalen en zelfgemaakte foto's. Hier neem ik je mee naar de fijnste bestemmingen, hotspots en mijn favoriete plekjes op planeet aarde. Ook geef ik tips over op avontuur gaan, reizen in het algemeen en het leven als digital nomad. Zo hoop ik jou te inspireren altijd het mooiste uit het leven en het beste uit jezelf te halen! Ga je mee op avontuur? Op dit moment schrijf ik vanuit Kaapstad, Zuid-Afrika.