We took it as a good sign that the sun bore through the ashen clouds as we stepped onto the tarmac at Cork Airport. Yes, we were back in Ireland, heading once again to a place that is magical to us!
For the next week or so we will be sharing bits and pieces of our return to Rosscarbery.
After being chauffeured here by Heather, who clearly has driven on the left side of the road in a previous life, we were swept off our feet again. Little has changed since we were last here in December 2008. We strolled the square of Rosscarbery – more or less the main drag of the town – in warming late afternoon sunshine. We sat down to tea, laid out by Nora Hubbert, the woman from whom we rent a lovely two-bedroom apartment here. We hoisted a pint at the Abbey, where we were delighted to visit with owners Sean and Betty. And, of course, we visited Nolan’s and O’Brien’s, you know, just to make sure they still remembered how to pour. Silly us. They did. We topped off the day with a stop for fish and chips at Roc’s, a small takeaway place that we wish we could take away with us back to Iowa.