Journey Home

Hi. Remember me? I used to clog up your inboxes on a weekly basis!

Well, I've missed writing to you, and I also feel that I didn't finish the Costa Rica story. So today read the journey home, and next week I'll give you a little update on what I've been doing since.

The pic of the week shows a couple of surfers on Lahinch Strand, where I went for a walk in my first week home. They're a little overdressed by Costa Rican standards.

Heredia
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I managed to muscle my way onto the bus to San José from Panama City. I had booked it online, and confirmed by phone, because I didn't get an email acknowledgement. But still when I arrived they had no record of my booking.

Back in Heredia I stayed once again with Joaquín, and met up with the teachers from the school. It felt a little strange knowing that I was going away from these places and people that were so much a part of my life for more than 2 and a half years. On the other hand, it was about the fifth time I'd said goodbye, and so it was high time I actually went.

Leaving Costa Rica
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I left Joaquín's house, and got a taxi directly outside. As soon as it pulled over the driver said "Hello, Éamon. How are you?" He was an ex-student! I flew from San José directly to Newark. It was a beautiful morning and we flew directly over Heredia, on a little loop I'd seen countless planes do from my balcony. I could see the apartment from the plane, getting my bearings from the swimming pool and football stadium down the road.

Newark
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Newark is in New Jersey, but it's practically part of New York. You can see Manhattan from the airport. We arrived in a snowstorm with temperatures of -2 degrees, which was such a contrast. I arrived at lunchtime and the airport closed in the afternoon so we were delayed by few hours leaving.

I was very early to the departure gate, and was there as the Irish accents (mostly Limerick) gathered around me. They were the famous New York Christmas shoppers, and if I was looking for a parody of what modern Celtic Tiger Ireland had become I couldn't have chosen better. Everyone was talking about the malls they'd been to (Woodbury Common and Jersey Gardens), the designer gear they'd got, and how much they'd had to pay for excess baggage. It was all money, money, money.

Shannon
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I've only flown into Shannon once before, and it's lovely because you land in such beautiful Irish countryside. We were supposed to land in the dark, but thanks to our late start we arrived at dawn. There were cloudless skies as we approached the coast. I could clearly see the Aran Islands and Mutton Island (I didn't know it, but I looked it up on a map when I got home). I could see the lights still lighting up Lahinch and Ennsitimon. It was beautiful.

Then once inland we were into dense dense clouds. Sharon met me at the airport. We were both true to our emotional McDonagh selves and couldn't speak for about 5 minutes.

Acclimatisation (or for the Americans - Acclimation)
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It's amazing how quickly you adjust to the temperatures, putting on extra clothes, and bringing a jacket everywhere, and turning on the heat. I guess I lived here for over 40 years, and I was in Costa Rica for less than 3, so it wasn't so foreign. The weather in my first week was beautiful. Cold days, but with clear cloudless blue skies. I got about five days of that, before the heavens opened, and the rain (and it's such cold rain) set in, and we've fairly much had it ever since.

Still, for now, it's good to be home.
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Until next week,

Slán,

Éamon

Today's headline in The Irish Times: Employers and unions split ahead of new pay deal talks