Kay was the middle child of a ten children – including three pairs of twins – Irish family. Kay studied psychology and nursing in England. Kay spent most of her life out of Ireland because she traveled a lot across oceans, but mostly because she settled over seas. Kay left Dubai a year ago, she went home to take care of her older sister who is ill. But because Kay loves to be on the move and her playful character doesn’t get along with Irish austerity, Kay changed her sister’s house into a Bed & Breakfast a couple of months ago. Since she can’t travel the world, the world will come to her. Thus, Kay welcomes weekend travelers, weekly explorers and year-round workers. Kay was indeed my hostess for a couple of weeks and her B&B perfectly served my Irish stay’s needs.
First, because I felt like home in her two storey comfortable house and British garden. I enjoyed the family breakfast changing depending on Kay’s mood and imagination, I relaxed on soft grass if the weather and I felt like it, I explored my Franco-Irish recipes in the kitchen I could use, I wrote a new world on my blank writer screen in my garden view lovely bedroom.
Then, because the place is ideally located in the nice town of New Ross, county Wexford, perfectly equidistant to Waterford and Wexford, the two Viking towns of the region; making it easier for me to explore the unknown Ancient East treasures. I sank into invasions meanderings that transformed Ireland forever blown by Bannow Bay wind and taught by Waterford medieval museum’s panels. I greeted 1798 insurgents that tried to free their beloved island in between New Ross hills and Wexford streets. I gave a chance to Irish random and moody East soft landscapes of Hook peninsula.
Finally, and most of all, because Kay is a perfect hostess! Available, sweet and funny, she cares that you feel at home and respects your need for privacy, solitude or conversation depending on the person’s presence. Reckless, generous and impertinent, she always has adventures to share… Kay has lived away for such a long time that she barely knows about her own country, she visits her native county with her interested travelers whose, if they don’t have a car like me, she offers Irish rides in her sweet little red car.
Thus, with Kay, I picked roses, lettuces and radishes in her friend’s, Rosin, garden. With Kay, I discovered the oldest European lighthouse standing on Hook peninsula. With Kay, I brunched at the Dunbrody castle’s stables craft market. With Kay, I had a cup of tea nearby Dunbrody ship floating on Barrow River banks to remember Kennedy’s ancestors. With Kay, I visited Irish family homestead of that same president where he went a few months before being stolen his last breathe. With Kay, I landed on Bannow Bay shores where Normans have landed eight centuries before me. With Kay, I walked Wexford timber streets smelling Irish Sea salty wind.
With Kay, we traveled, we laughed, we cooked, we spoke about life, Ireland, France, our small problems and big happiness.
With Kay, to you I can tell, I got a new friend!
Fleeting Wor(l)ds 