I had only intended to write one post about Ireland but a spontaneous decision to go to Howth, a small coastal village not far from Dublin, sparked my imagination. Read on readers!
Howth is the last stop on the twenty minute train ride from Dublin. We pull into the station just as the low and purplish thunderclouds knit themselves into wet blanket. The train station is the size of a one room school house. On the right a balding man sits in the ticket window. He warns those who have arrived that the final trip of the evening to Dublin is just three hours away. I nod and button up my coat. As I leave the train station, I walk towards the harbor.
Its already beginning to rain. I spot a small cafe and head inside. It is warm and homely. The majority of the round wooden tables are empty. Part of the cafe is an ice cream shop. There’s a couple kids running around with dripping cups and sticky hands. I decide to have a bowl of clam chowder and wait for the rain to subside.
I’m just finishing up the last few drops of soup when the rain seems to break. I pay for the soup at the counter and hurry out.
I walk along the pier. The water is a nearly transparent aquamarine. White sailboats bob along side orange buoys. There are cliffs with green foliage and little white houses. A small red and white structure (a lighthouse?) can be seen the distance. A small green craggy island hill juts up from the water.
Howth’s the place where fairy tales begin. It is the place where I would imagine mermaids, salty sailors, and exploration of uncharted waters. I take a few pictures before heading back to catch the last train.