Friday, May 9, 2014

A fine beginning

The thing about staying awake for the better part of two days is when you do go to bed you sleep really well.

Our harbor view room in the Commodore Hotel has two massive windows, one of which opens so I crawled outside on the balcony to suck in the salt air and admire the views before jumping into the shower.

Somehow before going to bed Sarah and I made our way through the colorful and lovely village of Cobh, a harbor town with a much slower pace than the island of Tybee where we live.

Each of the shops are pastel colors collectively looking like a rainbow floating on the water from the sea.

The Cathedral is a massive assembly of gray stone literally built on the shore.

The Titanic boarded it's last victims here and dark monuments to their lives litter the colorful streets.

Supper was in "The Tradewinds," a lovely bistro with a downstairs bar through upstairs is a very fine European restaurant with delightful harbor views.

My steak smothered in red and yellow peppers and a rick thick gravy was delightfully tender without as being hearty while Sarah enjoyed beef stroganoff.

"I'll have the creamy tart," I order for afters.

"You'll have the what mate?" our gregarious waitress Jackie laughs. "Creamy tarts you say?"

"What?," I deadpan, "are there not creamy tarts in this town?"

Hallowing with laughter Jackie throws an arm over my shoulder and saying, "I'll be using that for the next month deary."

Afterwards we hit the Pub though honestly all I recall is listening an elderly well dressed Irishman tell me about his trip to America.

Crawling across the creaky floor to our tiny European bed where Sarah's skyping her girls, I reach over to give her a kiss but fall asleep before I successfully deliver the love message.

The dreams afterwards were quite powerful through.

'Twas a fine start to this marvelous journey.