When I started this blog several weeks ago, I began it by saying I had been no where and done nothing and then proceeded to give a description of all the books I’ve read during that time. As fascinating as that was, it’s now irrelevant because since then, I’ve been everywhere and done lots.
I’ve conquered an overland train journey from Poznan to Bytom (just over 300kms and almost 7 hours duration.....somebody’s maths and transport planning went horribly, horribly wrong), have been to London for a weekend (with my sister, now visiting from Australia - yay!! and my cousin who experienced her first plane journey), been back to Poznan for a few days and, well, there you go, it’s now Boxing Day and I’m in Ireland again.
Christmas Eve and Day passed in a champagne-fueled delight that no amount of noisy children’s toys or stray glitter could dampen. My only objection to Ireland is when they wish me the wind at my back - do they have any idea how annoying it is to have your hair blow about your face and stick to your lip gloss? Wind aside, Ireland is always great craic and this time was no different. And it was a special thing to spend this traditionally family-oriented time with family who have kindly adopted me as one of their own. Particularly honourable mention to Ryan for largely no other reason than he requested it and because he has a nice sword. No snickering now, you lot. The sword in reference is literal.
Because it is the festive season, there isn’t much time between drinks so I have to wrap this edition up fast. There’s so much more I want to say but there isn’t time today. So I will end with a cheat, something borrowed from my fellow travelers, The Great Danes, who wrote in their Christmas Eve edition: “We have made so many new friends, that my holidays are pretty much scheduled for the next 30 years, but I can´t forget all you guys back home. We miss all of you so much and especially since christmas is coming up we been thinking a lot about our family(ies). Foremost I realized during this trip that it is not about the places you see, you know that we seen so many breathtaking places, no it´s about the people you meet.”
And that’s the nub of it all. Forget 49 or whatever the number was. The answer to the mysteries of the universe is simple - it absolutely is all about the people who matter to you. Just because I’m traveling and you read all about the wonderful time I’m having (true story) doesn’t mean I have forgotten you. Quite the opposite, in fact. The more I travel, the more I appreciate you. If you’re reading this, I’m flinging a whole lotta love your way. Boom.
So, to borrow a phrase from Clarkson, with my heart beating like a washing machine full of wellingtons, I bid you adieu for now, hoping that the indigestion following festive indulgence didn’t overwhelm you and that you have a cracker start to 2012. May the road rise to meet you, etc, etc.
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