Losing It

Losing It Is it ever OK to lose it at work? I mean really lose it? Not just express a bit of frustration, or articulate unhappiness about a decision. But to lose it with a raised voice; tears of anger; cutting sarcasm; below the belt insults; a cat fight in a bar kind of a brawl losing it? I like to think...

Next Steps?

Next Steps?   Back in Dublin and I decide on one final blog. I am aware of that familiar mix of irritation at having to unpack the bags, sort a load of washing and stock the fridge from scratch, whilst also being delighted to be home, to see and hug my kids (much to their horror) and collapse into my...

Revelations

I have a final ramble around the city, staying within the confines of the old section which is surprisingly large and complex. I thought I’d pretty much seen all of the historic town but continue to find myself on previously undiscovered lane ways and narrow roads. My bag is chocker with rosary beads...

My Travelling Companion

I have my first bad nights’ sleep since starting on the Camino and wake at 2am. The long hard walking must have worn me out, or maybe I got used to Miriam’s very particular rhythm of the night and I’m now missing her unique sound effects. Eitherway I get up around eight feeling and looking...

The Way

The Way We arrive early so that we can get a seat, and sit facing the highly elaborate alter. After a while, a nun in full length black garb appears and leads us all through a practice for the sung responses. Her maudlin attire belies the beauty of her pure, clear voice. She smiles and encourages the...