In honor of Saint Patrick’s day I have been thinking of Ireland once again. I am taking my parents there this summer so it is double on my mind. And frankly, Ireland is a part of me and I think of it all the time.
I remember back to 1999 on my first trip to Ireland. I traveled on my own to take a summer class at Trinity College Dublin and met up with my brother Sean afterwards. It was the first big international trip for both of us. While preparing to embark on our journey away from Dublin we were sitting having dinner in a small local restaurant in town. We were excited and happy to be together on our journey when Van Morrison started singing on the radio. Having been familiar with “Brown Eyed Girl” as a kid I had never heard this “new” song he sang. “Cyprus Avenue” played on the radio in the restaurant and I was enthralled. I had to know what this was. Well, it turns out it is off an early 1968 album called Astral Weeks and wasn’t new at all. I bought the CD while we were still in Dublin and it has remained one of my all time favorite albums. My husband and I even saw Van Morrison in concert at the Hollywood Bowl in 2008 where he sang all of the songs off of the album as a 40th anniversary tour of the albums release.
It’s amazing to me how one small moment on a trip can stay with you so many years later. Do you have any travel moments that stick with you many years later? Songs or music than bring you back to a time and place? Smells or colors that bring you back to a particular travel moment?
Happy Saint Patrick’s Day friends! Slante!
Bulldog Travels / Photos By Jenny 
Yes! Experiences are everything, aren’t they? It is always the smallest, most unexpected moments that I remember. And in general, very little about the “major attractions.”…
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Oh I do love Van Morrison. It’s lovely to be able to hold that memory. It takes me back to one day very long ago, when I was sitting in a breakfast cafe along the dirt streets of Cabo San Lucas before the place exploded. A beautiful brown boy and I had finished eating and were lounging at the table. I was singing along with a song on the radio in Spanish, not knowing what the words meant, but repeating the words I had heard from radios all over town for days. Cesar turned quickly with a face huge with delight. “Your accent is perfect!” For one moment, I spoke his language and he loved me for it. ❤
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Beautiful memory. Thanks for sharing! Those little memories are what traveling is about to me. And doing all this blogging is a fun way to resurrect them.
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Now I’m showing my two younger host brothers all the Van Morrison they can handle. We’re still going strong.
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Awesome. Spread the good word girl!
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