I feel blue. This is ironic considering I just came back from a week surrounded by clear blue skies and blue seas (and, okay, yellow sand but still, a lot of blue). Now that I am home in the humble city of Dublin I am surrounded by grey skies, grey pavements, grey clouds, everything grey. But now I feel blue.
Yes, it’s the post-holiday blues unfortunately. Just as the weather was beginning to turn miserable, I escaped to Lloret de Mar in Spain.
So this is a short lament to the wonder that was the Spanish coast for a week. I realised while I was over there that it was my first sun holiday in three years, and as we all know, this is a very depressing thought for Irish people who severely lack Vitamin D for most of the year due to far too much truth to the common Facebook ‘joke’:
I do realise I’m probably depressing myself more and maybe I’m even rekindling other people’s post-holiday blues from the summer. For that I apologise. But I need my time (and blog post) to moan as I’m sure some people reading this are experiencing better weather than I am. I mean, Australians are just about to head into their summer; that’s just unfair.
There were fantastic restaurants along the beach. There were glasses of wine served for €2.25. There were bottles of Frexinet sold in shops for €6.60. There were cocktail bars that gave you free t-shirts after four cocktails. If I don’t write my lament down here, I might start to think it was all just a dream, because for people in Ireland, it often is just a dream.