I Visited Heaven Pt. 2

In my last blog post I kind of left you guys hanging on my other discovery of heaven. Well, the wait is no more and I’m here today to marvel in the glory of the IRISH! Glorious, glorious Ireland. So green and beautiful. The accents perfect and the rediscovery of my love for a guy in a kilt.

No, I didn’t go to Ireland so I had to settle for the next best thing…..My city’s Irish Festival. I have been wanting to go for years but I could never get anyone to go with me. What fun is a festival if you go alone? The answer is, no fun! Well, I got my family to come with me and we spent quite a lot of time there. I mean, with all the food, music, vendors, drinks, and performances a person could easily spend the entire day there.

Our first stop after getting through the gates was art vendors. OH! So many fantastic artists! I could have easily bought a ton of art, but as I am not made of money (not even close!) I could only look and wish I had money to buy it all. There were so many photographs and paintings of Ireland. Made me wistfully long for the day that I am able to visit such a beautiful country. Also, the wood and glass work was mind-blowing. How do these people get these delicate and difficult pieces to look so beautiful? I am clearly not an artist.

I think we spent about an hour just looking at all the beautiful artwork. Fortunately, we were able to listen to the music being performed at the same time. Irish, or Celtic, music is awe-inspiring. It can either be completely ecstatic or depressed. I don’t believe there is an in between. The way they play their instruments to the way they sing, it all tells a story. You don’t even have to hear the words. Kind of like people, I guess.

We spent quite awhile just looking around and listening to music and people watching. We were incredibly unorganized, but at least we know now what to expect. The first year always has a huge learning curve. One thing I know now is I will NOT try Haggis again. We got hungry after all the walking and my brother, Morgan, and I wanted to try something weird. We ordered Haggis and fish and chips (just to be safe).

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Haggis and chips in the back and Fish and chips in the front

 

Haggis was just this disgusting mound. The texture and consistency reminded me of cat vomit and it tasted like vomit too. I’m so sorry to the people who love haggis, but I just can’t do it. It was horrible. Days later and I can still taste and smell it. I mean I heard that the Irish don’t eat haggis anymore and they only feed it to the tourists. Is that true? I don’t want to be misinformed if it isn’t. That being said I honestly can’t blame them if they don’t eat it anymore. So awful. Oh, but the fish and chips were fantastic, as always.

Okay, after that description, time for something else. So I still love a guy in a kilt. I saw over 20 different guys wearing one. I wonder how many of these guys weren’t even Irish and just wanted to wear one. Besides that this festival had beer gardens, whiskey tastings, and cultural events such as dancing and comedy. And we weren’t even able to see everything that we wanted to. Which is unfortunate, but I guess it gives me an excuse to just come again next year.

As I have said before I love going places with culture and a place to learn. I like trying things new, which let me tell you is not who I used to be (that subject for another time). Even when the experience is gross, like the haggis, I always am happy I tried it. ┬áIt’s not to say I’m not a little anxious about the outcome, it’s to say I do it despite that anxiety. These cultural things are a good lesson in that. If someone wasn’t brave enough to show the word their culture than we wouldn’t have these amazing festivals, foods, and customs. We wouldn’t have someone to teach us about the other corners of the earth. So yes, I walked through heaven. The Irish and every other culture I’ve encountered is a little piece of heaven because they don’t let anyone stop them. They’ve all had pain but they keep taking the necessary steps forward to better themselves, to create their own happiness. If I could only take a lesson from them and live that way too.

So have you gone to a festival this summer. I still really want to hear about it. Tell me about it in the comments and if you’ve tried foods you thought were disgusting, I really really want to hear about it.

Till next time!

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Happy Irish Fest from me (in front with red sunglasses) and my family!

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