Week 6, a busy and exciting week! First I went to Portrush in the United Kingdom for a surftrip. Surfing and swimming in the Atlantic Ocean and spending my time on the beach for three days long. Enjoying campfires and hot showers afterwards and eat homemade sushi for dinner. I went to the concert of AlunaGeorge (which was like a piece of magic) and I won tickets for Disclosure! My heart for music is bouncing again. I moved to a different house and it feels so much like home. I made the photos on a flea market. 6 weeks later and I'm finally settled down. I'm home.
Last week I met a very inspiring person, a photographer from Poland. He's busy with a project about Dubliners and their stories, outlined in four words. We started chatting and since I'm a 'real' Dubliner now I got my change to participate in his project. When was the last time you got your belonging and went to a place that you've never been to and don't know anyone to live there? According to me it's people and their friendliness when it comes to the biggest asset of Dublin. I'm only starting my way trough the world, not literally but also metaphorically. (Bytheway, finally a change to meet my new haircut.)
I made a trip to Galway last weekend. We visited the Aran Islands and the Cliffs of Moher, a fairytale. Galway is a village with a castle, a forrest, a lake with swans, sparkles of the sun and an old-fashioned tower. We fantasised about dragons and princess, we laughed and walked for hours. We sailed the Atlantic Ocean and looked for whales and dolphins and the story ended with a sunset from the harbour.
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.)
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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 Fuerteventura, Spanje.


