A little story about visitors to Dublin

Today I was doing my meet 'n' greet job at Dublin Tourism. Everyone was in a very good mood for some reason, although this was the first day that the sun hasn't shone for weeks. Anyway, there were loads of people from the south of Europe today -- Italy, Spain and Portugal. All the Italians were kitted out in rain gear although it wasn't raining, which seems to be something that they like to do.

Anyway, I met the cutest couple, in Dublin on their honeymoon. This is a lovely story. He was Spanish and she was Italian and they met when they were just fifteen at one of the English language schools in the city. They stayed in touch by email and met again when they were 20, sparks flew and now they are married and came back to Dublin for their honeymoon because it's where they first met!

It's enough to make you all misty-eyed. They said that they'd been to all their old haunts, and of course now that they're in their mid-twenties they can actually go to all the bars and clubs that wouldn't have let them in years ago. And get this: Because they are both from different countries, they are actually thinking of maybe coming here to Ireland to live, if they can find work!

I really warmed to these people so I tried to make some romantic suggestions for them, because it was their honeymoon after all. They're staying in a little hotel near the city centre, so I suggested the Bar with No Name and, when the sun comes back, a picnic on the grass in the parks, maybe the Iveagh Garden or Merrion Square. I actually gave them my mobile no. so maybe they'll be in touch.

I'd better finish this up 'cause I'm due in the restaurant for work and I don't want to be late since I turned the head chef down for a date!

1 comments:

Nice story - I've worked with Dublin visitors for so long that I've met their children when they were toddlers and then again when they were taller than me! That's probably something to do with Dublin being so popular for so many years that people find themselves coming back often.
Brian.

 

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