One More River...

Yesterday I sat on my bed and thought, "one more castle to see."

It was an eeerie moment, drivin' down a muddy 'road' with creepy trees overhanging, their branches like wrinkled arms reaching for vengeance.

Trying to find my hostel, but the hostel was full so Joan, the owner, let's me stay in the guest bedroom of her house.

Her hair is in a braid, reminding me of a Native American. She is kind, and her granddaughter Katie is there, she must be about seven. And at first glance I thought she was a boy, her hair cut short and adventurous eyes. She is very well-spoken, with a british accent.

In the morning she was decorating an Easter egg, because during Easter she was in Sicily where she snorkeled and walked up a volcano. Everyone is on their own adventure. Turn the page.


The dining room table sported a centerpiece rich in Easter eggs hanging from it. Underneath laid a-plenty Easter cards with nice handwriting. I get a sense of love and togetherness.


Juxtapose that with the feeling I got entering the bathroom. Is that a spiderweb in the top corner of the shower? Aye. I see a spider that's almost like a daddy-long leg. And various bits if things trapped in the web.

A little ant-type thing on the space near where the door closes. Maybe in a web?

Other than that the house is clean, maybe a little cluttered but it's an odd mix of homely and spider webbery, if that makes sense.


Joan is very polite and offers me directions to the river for a walk, and offers to introduce me to the hostel group down below.

She tells me about castles in the area and gives me a postcard of Carew.


I thank her and eat my dinner (cold chocken pasta and a sandwich) and some delicious mashed potatoes they had cookin'.


It's a weird feeling staying at someone's home with hostel 'rules'. I kept feeling like I was bothering them even to ask simple things like 'may I eat my sandwich on your table?' haha. But that's silly so I asked anyway.

I laid on my bed, gazing at the window with twilight setting in. I felt a sense of peace in that moment. Carew Castle awaits me. "One more river to cross," in the words of Marv Levy before the Super Bowl.

From Malahide to Carew. Ireland to Wales. By plane, ferry and car. Finish Everything we start.

Those words are from a football hero of mine. Why are all my quotes from Super Bowl losers? Maybe it's true. There isn't much difference between winners and losers.