Dublin again. This time it’s for Web2Ireland, and to do lots of concrete financial stuff like re-awaken my Irish tax number from 13 years ago, open bank accounts and all that jazz. This is the first time I’ve felt the emotional tug of homecoming, and it has been heightened enormously by watching In America by Jim Sheridan for the first time the other night – a heady dose of Irish filmic artistry/magic that made me yearn to get back into the Irish arts world again. Listening to the director’s commentary on the DVD, especially, stirred something powerful in me – I wanted to write to him immediately to tell him about the story I’ve been writing. Just to have a dialogue would be fantastic. But I’ll have to wait, that’s not for now.
It’s the conversations you can have in Ireland that I love the most.
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Twice the Aer Lingus staff have told me to zip up my Fujifilm S602Z on approach to the airport since “it interferes with avionics equipment.” It’s so good to see yours doesn’t.
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