| Travelogue: | I have been to Ireland once when I was sixteen for a study tour. I was very young considering I am 14 years older by now but I still remember those days as it was yesterday. The little house I was living, in the ouskirt of Dublin, developed on two elegant floors with pink carpet. So romantic. Dublin appeared to my eyes such a mysterious city. It is the biggest city of the country but the atmosphere I was surrounded by was reminding me the one I feel in my small native village. Everything was so familiar to me. Big buildings and large roads but nothing scaring or disorientating as the ones in other big European metropolis. It was just like being at home. Its architecture was very elegant and any corner smelt of history. James Joyce, the Irish novelist I loved the most when studying English literature at school, surely helped me to understand the mystery and the secrets the city hides: its history, its wars, its identity and religion and the beliefs human being needs. I have not had the chance to spend one day visiting any Irish castles, but if people I talked to are right, and I do believe they are, they might be the best place where to spend a weeding day. Unforgettable! |