The contrasts between Killarney and Dublin are enormous. And, last night around midnight, this hotel room in Dublin is not where I wanted to be. All I could hear were cars and trucks and sirens. And mad revellers celebrating noisily - right under my window.
I wanted to hear the comforting clip-clop pf horse as the jaunting cars began their day...
I longed for the fields...
The sounds of the sea...
and the wind...
But, for now, I have Dublin. A big city. Never quiet.
Except on Sunday morning.
