And please God I'll soon return unto the homes of Donegal

(Friday 01.07)

Today is the day I have wanted not to come. I just wanted the time to stop. It was the day we have to leave Ballyliffin, Michael and Levi, the beach and the wonderful nature (and Michael brother, that I don't remember the name on) *sad face*
We were heading towards Belfast. Was not exactly a "happy day". Synneve made breakfast, and I started to plan out a surprise. I was done packing, and just sat in the living room.
Michael was everywhere... one second he was in the kitchen, and the next second he was gone again. He said that is was very busy in the shop, but he said he would come back when he had the time. It was a very strange feeling knowing that we were going to leave.
The time for departure was getting closer and closer... and then about 1 hour before the bus was going, came Michael back, and we decided to have a photo shoot in the "backyard", and Levi was of course with us. We did get a few nice photos, and loads of fun.

Then Michael had to go back to work again... and then he came back with VERY hot tea... We sat a while in the livingroom, just talking.

It was only minutes until we were leaving, so we walked over to the bus-stop. Which was actually only a chair.
We stood and talked until the bus came, and then it was hugs everywhere.
We sat in the back of the bus, and I did not want to be there, but I knew I had to. I sat there trying not to cry... I actually managed not to cry, but it was hard.

The time has come and I must go, I bid you all adieu,
The open highway calls me forth to do the things I do.
And when I'm trampin' far away I'll hear your voices call,
And please God I'll soon return unto the homes of Donegal.

We were now on our way to Belfast. I sent a message to Michael, and then when we entered UK, everything stopped working.

 Why are they driving with the doors open?

 ..

 Surveillance

After a while were we in Belfast, and I was cranky. Anyway, it did not help being cranky, so we found a taxi that could take us to Ursula´s place. Up in the protestant area... not a very nice place, knowing that everyone around was loyal to the queen. And with me and my sister being "Irish" not "English". At least in our hearts. So that was that... Trying to keep my mind open, but I think I have a little selective perception going.

Wonder what Belfast has in stall for me...