I think this will be one of my most personal blog's as its not just about a date but something that was a lot more then just...anyway it was a pretty romantic story so it deserves to be here!
I have a
long lasting love relation with the place that i also call home….Ireland!
That is
because it’s the place where I walked my first steps.
First my
dad fell in love with the place. He then took my mum there and they both fell
in love. So when we where a family of four we moved to this lovely spot in the
South of Ireland.
My dad
did all sorts of jobs and my mum was running a shop there with her best friend.
So as kids we spend a lot of time with the two families.
Over the
years I’ve spend quit some holidays there. I just love that place. The beauty
of the surrounding, the lovely people, the outside life, the ‘rush’of the
village life. Nothing compare to my life in Amsterdam. Maybe that’s why I love
it there so much; because it’s so different.
It’s
been my friends who kept saying: Mina, one day you’ll fall in love with a Irish
man like you fell in love with the place you call home too. I kept saying:
“Nooo way! I’m not going to do that!”
….Yes I
did.
I was
there for my ‘Irish-brother’s’ wedding. It was al sooo lovely. Being together
with so many people I love so much and the whole wedding happening was
absolutely amazing. It was (so far) the nicest wedding I’ve been to. The whole
setting was just perfect.
Imagine
a country house with a hugh marquee in the garden that overviews the ocean and
then at night light 50 of those wishing balloons…
And in
the evening we started partying. Now I have to say…these Irish take a dam long
time before they move their self’s on to a dance floor! So I was taking good
use of the space and dancing away.
Every
now and then I went to have a chat with some friends or to get a drink. While
doing that I kept seeing this one guy…so after a while I invited them all over
to the dance floor and they did.
That was
the start of something really nice!
Since
the moment ‘he’ joined me on the dance floor we spend all my left over time in
Ireland together. Spark where all over the place.
The next
day we went to the after and he was brave enough to meet all the family.
So when
I left I thought that was it. I really did. He kept saying he really wanted to
see me again. I thoughts will see…
Back at
home we started skyping….everyday….at least once a day…and he booked a ticket
to Amsterdam!
I was
ever so nervous when he landed. How would it be to see each other again? Would
there still be sparks?
Yes!
There where sparks. I was wearing pink glasses and with my head in the clouds.
Dating
someone who lives miles away on some island isn’t easy! But it was all worth
it. When we did see each other it was the best. And hee….he lived at the place
that feels so much home to me too. So I absolutely didn’t mind going there!
There
were some future talks…even about moving. But it would be a hell of a step for
either one. But what the hell…if there is love in the air…
Some
days I could totally see myself life in this village that has such a big place
in my heart. The thought of not being close to my family didn’t scare me. I had
my one and only second mum living there. And a ‘annoying’ brother with his
lovely wife. And a ‘big sister’ with her family.
But it
will stay a dream to life there as we are not together anymore! I guess it all
went wrong when I didn’t catch the bouquet…
♥
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