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I don't have any Polish relatives but some very very good friends over there since i lived there in the late 1990s. There is something about the country which i love so much. It is just enchanting. I go over there at least once or twice a year to visit my friends in the south of the country. Although i have travelled over all of it now. One of my best friends from there (she now lives in Dublin) was a private student of mine and her parents invited me to live in their home with them instead of my tiny one room flat. which shows how open and loving they are. Her mother is now my daughter's third grandma!!! And we are all classed as family. When we go to visit she will move out of her place to stay with her sister so we can have a house to stay in - and we never ask for this! When i go it is like going home instead of goingon holiday.

My heritage is a mixture too. On my Dad's side of the family we are Irish descent. My mum's side is a complete mix which goes back to my great great grandma being Romany - so blood from all over the world. I think the gypsy blood in me is what makes me such a traveller.

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Some people get a trip from doing ecstasy or similar drugs.  You guys get a trip out of the discussion title!  That's the kind of trip I like :-)

 

* Don't do drugs.  This post does not endorse drugs in anyway.  On the contrary, this post is to encourage readers to get a "high" through the words of this thread.

Welcome back BC, we really missed you and we needed you to change the title !

I love you sentence " You get a trip out of the discussion title ". I agree with the drug thing, I respect everyone can do what ever they want wit the body, but the philosophic trips are so much high than drug trips !

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Naz, you are the second person I know who was born on New Year's day.

 

who else ???? I used to have a boss when I worked for a bank, he was expecting a boy. I told him, the boy was going to birth on new years'day just like me. And it happened so......

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I went to Kinnity Castle on Saturday night. The plan was to arrive there at 4pm allowing us all a couple of hours to get ready for dinner at 6pm. I didn't arrive until 5.30pm. That was due to getting lost a number of times and also because of the sky coming down and laying itself out as a thick fog over the ground. The fog added to the notion that the castle was haunted. The fog hung off the old gray walls of the building like a horde of ghosts that had lived there 800 years before.

 

I parked the car, opened the trunk and grabbed my duffle bag.  I entered the castle through two big wooden doors and was greeted by two empty suits of armor standing at the top of a red carpetted stairway. There was a smell of an age that was trying desperately to linger on. It greeted my nostrils with the hope that I may never leave but instead keep the scent deep within my heart. I knew that could never be possible. This was a hotel after all and I had only paid for one night's accommodation. Instead, I decide to capture the scent in words and relay it to a world still living.

 

My room was down a dark corridor that was lit by nothing more than a candle lit courtyard that I could see through the small windows on my right. The door to my room was in the furthest most corner of the castle. I entered the room and shut my door. I had to push it hard as it had stiffened over the years and now creaked loudly.

 

The light was already on in the room. Something went quickly by the window. Maybe it was the janitor tending to the flowers outside my window. I shut the curtains.

I shaved, then had a quick shower, changed my clothes and went downstairs.  I was greeted by Mrs O'Reilly.  She recognised me, although I only met her once - at her daughter's marriage to my good friend, Lucianno (nickname given to him for having Italian features despite being very Irish).  That wedding was some 8 years ago. With her was her eldest daughter, Rita who came with her youngest son, David.  I worked with Rita some years ago. When introducing me to others, she tends to refer to me as "the guy who uses his religious knowledge to wind up the world".  She's quite right.  Rita has that ability to cut away the foliage to reveal a person's true identity.

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I don't have any Polish relatives but some very very good friends over there since i lived there in the late 1990s. There is something about the country which i love so much. It is just enchanting. I go over there at least once or twice a year to visit my friends in the south of the country. Although i have travelled over all of it now. One of my best friends from there (she now lives in Dublin) was a private student of mine and her parents invited me to live in their home with them instead of my tiny one room flat. which shows how open and loving they are. Her mother is now my daughter's third grandma!!! And we are all classed as family. When we go to visit she will move out of her place to stay with her sister so we can have a house to stay in - and we never ask for this! When i go it is like going home instead of goingon holiday.

My heritage is a mixture too. On my Dad's side of the family we are Irish descent. My mum's side is a complete mix which goes back to my great great grandma being Romany - so blood from all over the world. I think the gypsy blood in me is what makes me such a traveller.

All the ways go to Ireland.... Irish, my favorite !!!! And your polish friends live in Dublin ?????

I have to tell you that gypsy blood is vampyre type... So you maybe are a vampyre too....

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I have travelling blood as well.... Don't know where it came from though! All I know is that i'm 1/4 jewish.... and maybe russian... I need to go do some geneology now!

I'm letting my wings fly away and I'm thinking........... Maybe we can join in a point, of course Dublin, and go to see the world, Russia, France, Portugal, Croatia, Romania, Egypt, Turky, etc.......... is a good way of finishing this crazy thread.

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vertigoed']I have travelling blood as well.... Don't know where it came from though! All I know is that i'm 1/4 jewish.... and maybe russian... I need to go do some geneology now!

I'm letting my wings fly away and I'm thinking........... Maybe we can join in a point, of course Dublin, and go to see the world, Russia, France, Portugal, Croatia, Romania, Egypt, Turky, etc.......... is a good way of finishing this crazy thread.

 

Sounds like a great way to end the thread (if it must end tongue.gif)

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Zhivvy']I don't have any Polish relatives but some very very good friends over there since i lived there in the late 1990s. There is something about the country which i love so much. It is just enchanting. I go over there at least once or twice a year to visit my friends in the south of the country. Although i have travelled over all of it now. One of my best friends from there (she now lives in Dublin) was a private student of mine and her parents invited me to live in their home with them instead of my tiny one room flat. which shows how open and loving they are. Her mother is now my daughter's third grandma!!! And we are all classed as family. When we go to visit she will move out of her place to stay with her sister so we can have a house to stay in - and we never ask for this! When i go it is like going home instead of goingon holiday.

My heritage is a mixture too. On my Dad's side of the family we are Irish descent. My mum's side is a complete mix which goes back to my great great grandma being Romany - so blood from all over the world. I think the gypsy blood in me is what makes me such a traveller.

All the ways go to Ireland.... Irish, my favorite !!!! And your polish friends live in Dublin ?????

I have to tell you that gypsy blood is vampyre type... So you maybe are a vampyre too....

Quite possibly - I did love Romania when i went last year - they say it's full of Vampyres there!! I knew about Poland and new years day. My dream is to see U2 in Poland and hear them play that song - that would make me very happy. Yes my Polish friends have lived in Dublin for a couple of years now (before that they lived with us in England for a year or so) will be with them in 3 weeks!! Can't wait.

BC - welcome back! Thank you for not endorsing drugs - and you're right the high from here is fun enough! I have tried things in the past (nothing too bad!) but prefer the high of having fun and a few beers/wine - much more fun!happy.gif

And Vertigoes you really should look into youre family tree it is so interesting to do.

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I went to Kinnity Castle on Saturday night. The plan was to arrive there at 4pm allowing us all a couple of hours to get ready for dinner at 6pm. I didn't arrive until 5.30pm. That was due to getting lost a number of times and also because of the sky coming down and laying itself out as a thick fog over the ground. The fog added to the notion that the castle was haunted. The fog hung off the old gray walls of the building like a horde of ghosts that had lived there 800 years before.

 

I parked the car, opened the trunk and grabbed my duffle bag.  I entered the castle through two big wooden doors and was greeted by two empty suits of armor standing at the top of a red carpetted stairway. There was a smell of an age that was trying desperately to linger on. It greeted my nostrils with the hope that I may never leave but instead keep the scent deep within my heart. I knew that could never be possible. This was a hotel after all and I had only paid for one night's accommodation. Instead, I decide to capture the scent in words and relay it to a world still living.

 

My room was down a dark corridor that was lit by nothing more than a candle lit courtyard that I could see through the small windows on my right. The door to my room was in the furthest most corner of the castle. I entered the room and shut my door. I had to push it hard as it had stiffened over the years and now creaked loudly.

 

The light was already on in the room. Something went quickly by the window. Maybe it was the janitor tending to the flowers outside my window. I shut the curtains.

I shaved, then had a quick shower, changed my clothes and went downstairs.  I was greeted by Mrs O'Reilly.  She recognised me, although I only met her once - at her daughter's marriage to my good friend, Lucianno (nickname given to him for having Italian features despite being very Irish).  That wedding was some 8 years ago. With her was her eldest daughter, Rita who came with her youngest son, David.  I worked with Rita some years ago. When introducing me to others, she tends to refer to me as "the guy who uses his religious knowledge to wind up the world".  She's quite right.  Rita has that ability to cut away the foliage to reveal a person's true identity.

Recognised, Luciano, very irish, religious knowledge, true identity......
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