One more day in Cork and on Friday I leave for Macroom to visit with Tine and
Dermot O’Hare. They are friends of my friends, Kemberlee and Peter Southland, who I spent a few days with last month.
I look forward to meeting them in person, as we have been emailing back and forth for awhile.
So Friday morning, I’ll leave Cork for good, but will take away fond memories of the good people who stepped up to help me whenever I looked confused.
I also want to give credit to the staff of the Kinlay Hostel who are awesome workers, who do everything they can to make the place run efficiently and clean.
It’s a tremendous job to keep a place as large as this to run smoothly, with people from all over the world, speaking different languages, with different needs and desires.
The staff was very kind to me; the best hostel I have been in so far.
Losses so far on my four month journey – has it really been that long? – and how I think they got lost are, a gold earring; it went down the drain in the hot pot in Thorshovn, Iceland, a vest; lost in the back of a taxi (I think), and a pair of pajamas. What? How did they get lost? I have no answer for that one.
But today, I purchased another pair in town, which will be my last trip into the city business section.
Early this morning I went to one of my favorite restaurants before any one else had arrived and had a scone, clotted cream and raspberry jam, and a cup of cappuccino.
While I read the morning news – by the way, the papers are still those large pages we used to know way back when – I came across a name and had to ask the waiter who was from France how it was pronounced. He got an Irish coworker to explain.
Blaithnaid Ni Chofaigh will be the morning talk-show hostess on television. The Ni part of her name signifies that she is the daughter of Chofaigh, the name of her father.