I am writing this from a twin bed at a hotel in Killarney, Ireland. So far it’s been a great trip. I still feel like I’m in a movie sometimes. The country is just as green and beautiful as you would expect. The people are so vibrant and friendly. Dublin is a great cosmopolitan city with great shops, sights and pubs (and some of the best looking men I have ever seen!). My mom and I spent our first night there at a local pub where we were the only non-locals and it was fantastic. We’ve covered all of the alcohol bases with the Guinness Storehouse and the Jameson Distillery.
I’ve said it many times before…travel is just so enlightening. You get to experience some place totally new with totally new people and new ways of doing things. Europe can be a tough place for someone with a disability though. After going to France in high school, I was pretty prepared for the lack of accessibility but it still gets frustrating. We made a stop at a restaurant today and not only did I have to go up stairs to get to the restaurant but in order to get to the bathroom I would have had to back down more stairs and then up them again. So I find myself getting frustrated and somewhat crabby about the physical challenges that come up. I don’t get mad at the country, I just get mad at myself for not being able to navigate just like everyone else. I get frustrated I can’t just run around a new country willy nilly. Sometimes travel, especially international travel can be a glaring reminder of my physical shortcomings.
At the same time, it also shows me how strong I am capable of being. I did a walking tour of Dublin yesterday that was pretty intense but I did it and I am proud of myself for it.
I want to see the world, plain and simple and I refuse to say “I can’t” or let my disability prevent me from seeing and doing all the things I want to.
Besides, I already love Ireland so much, I may never come back! I kid…sort of 😉 Until next time…