CODDIWOMPLE IN IRELAND – Marilyn Armstrong

Monday Prompt: Coddiwomple


The definition made me laugh. This is the perfect description of our trip to Ireland. After the plane landed in Shannon and we managed to negotiate our way to the B&B where we were staying, it was coddiwomple for the next three weeks.

We never knew where we were, where we were heading and mostly, we didn’t really care. We found places we loved, avoided any place that had more traffic than we cared to drive it, and had a wonderful time. We missed most of the “favorite” tourist stops — too much traffic. We don’t go on vacation to sit in traffic jams, so if we bumped into one, we took the next uncrowded turn in the road. But we found stone circles and old graveyards and ancient round towers and at least one nearly unknown author who signed his book and let us play with his pet chickens.

Somewhere in Ireland

We stayed in some wonderful B&Bs and a fantastic one in Dublin that was really a small hotel where they also had a great dining room. We shopped in stores no one had heard of, got great prices on clothing that I still believe will never wear out. Garry’s tweed jackets don’t look any older than they did when we bought them almost 30 years ago.

Maybe it’s because neither of us have any sense of direction, but maybe this is really the way to vacation. Just go. Find a place. Look it up in one of the dozens of books describing every piece of land in the country. You mean … you don’t travel with a working library of the country you are in?

That was always the first thing I did when we were going someplace new. I bought every book I could find that had the historical details of the place. No book has everything, of course, so I bought all of them. A small traveling library was always with us.

Ireland

Along the way, we stayed in B&B’s that were known for having private libraries so we could read up on everything as we went. We took a million pictures, ate lamb and salmon and drank a substantial amount of Irish coffee (it’s never too early …) and Jameson. We sang in pubs and told stories.

If we should ever travel again to another continent, I would do it again, just like that. No fixed destination, no formal reservation except for the plane or to meet others.

Coddiwomple, all the way!



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12 replies

  1. Awesome.
    Frankly I consider myself a Master of coddiwompling.

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  2. I was born in Ireland and go back every few years. My husband just loves it too.

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    • Garry had been to Ireland four or five times by the time we went there together. He absolutely loved it too. So did I. It’s one of those places I could happily live.

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  3. We still like to take the paths less traveled even for day trips near home…

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  4. That’s the way we did it. Didn’t know there was a word for it.
    Leslie

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  5. That sounds like a perfect way to travel, and the only real way to learn about the places you’re visiting. I hate that touristy stuff, although I admit I’m too timid to just go off on my own like you and Garry did.

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    • Ireland is small and friendly. They LIKE us. We never invaded them. Garry had never done it before, but it was an eye-opener for him, too.

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      • My middle daughter did her foreign study in Ireland, and it scared the heck out of me because out of all my kids, she was the only one who drank! But she’s also an artist, and came back with some beautiful artwork that she did over there.

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        • Ireland is a lovely country. As for which country drinks the most, it isn’t Ireland. And it isn’t Russia. The hardest drinking country in the world is England. Ounce for ounce. bottle for bottle.

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