Ireland - A Stroll in Dublin


I didn't have much time in Dublin, arriving in late afternoon and leaving the following morning. I certainly was not at a loss for things to do, with advertisements galore in the tourist pamphlet I picked up off the ferry. First things first, check into my nights accommodations. 

I smiled when the taxi turned down Harcourt Street, probably one of the prettiest streets in the city. I usually go with the flow, but had picked this place off the internet, having no idea if the pictures they had posted on the travel site were dated. The exterior of the Albany House, a multi-story brownstone decorated in Georgian style, did not disappoint. The staff was happy and helpful, the room large and the price reasonable. My room was up ruby red carpeted stairs. I opened the door to find modest, yet tasteful furniture amidst ornate Georgian moldings adorning 16+ foot ceilings. The room was very clean and the bath modernized, yet I felt as if I had stepped back in time. The location was good, around the corner from Stephens green, close to shopping and a short walk from St Patrick’s Cathedral.

I freshened up and headed out to do the tourist thing. It would be my one chance to check out the Guinness Storehouse, so I jumped on the bus to head to that part of town. Some might argue that Spiritualists don't drink, but I chose to remind them that beer was brewed in large quantities by Benedictine monks. The Guinness Storehouse was like a cross between a museum, classroom and tasting room as I followed the crowds to each area, learning more about how beer was brewed. You would not think that a beer storehouse would be a place for a spiritual experience, but once I entered the tasting area, that all changed. Was it the nose that has a biscuit like smell, the swirl of the beer in my mouth that effected the sides of my tongue with tastes different than on its tip or the finish as I gently exhaled. The experience of the proper way to taste Guinness was a spiritual experience.   I’m sure true Guinness fans would agree.  I really enjoyed the beer and finding out that a pint is only 150 calories made my day. It was however, the 2 young gals that I met, as we talked about the journey that made my afternoon. I left there knowing that I shared information to help them move forward. 

I decided to see the main streets and as I walked toward my hotel. I was on my way back down Thomas Street, and almost literally stumbled into a woman from Colorado Springs. She had a short time before she had to head to the airport, separating for a time from her friends to venture out on her own. We smiled and laughed as we spoke about travel and I shared that most trips I’ve taken over the last 20 years have been solo. I enjoy traveling alone because it opens you up to all the possibilities and synchronicity. Spirit brought us to St Patrick’s Cathedral that was closing when we arrived. There was however a service that was starting in a few minutes and we were invited to participate in it. My new friend opted out, but I however chose to take action on the gift provided and accept the invitation to attend the upcoming service. We said our goodbyes and I appreciated this random meeting with hugs as we departed.

I walked into the cathedral feeling bliss and soaking up its energy. I sat in one of the many seats and found my place of peace. I closed my eyes and asked for another increase within to maintain that vibrational frequency (state of being) I call “Being Love.”   

The service began with a processional, and it was then that I heard the sounds of the choir begin. This was not any choir, I would find out later, but a California university choir that was on their way to Wales for competition. Their song was sweet as it vibrated out into this grand place, but there was more. Each time they sang I closed my eyes, falling into the song. It was ambrosia not only to my ears, but each song raised my own vibration. I’m sure everyone thought that the choir was lovely and perhaps could not pinpoint why. But I know that sounds (frequencies) heal and transform. The entire congregation was transformed in that 30-minute service.

As I strolled back the few blocks toward the hotel I came across a small restaurant called Las Tapas De Lola. Now from the outside, Lola's doesn't look like much on the busy Dublin street where it sits. But step inside and you would not know that you’re in a city. I was fortunate to find this place as I strolled around Dublin before continuing my journey. I had 3 dishes and all were excellent, but 2 of them were gasmic! The first was the goat cheese with fresh made tomato marmalade whose flavors popped as they touched my tongue. Then there was this salad appetizer made with tuna prepared only as Lola's can, that made me wanting more. I am a pretty tough critic when it comes to food and Lola’s has won me over. 

The morning breakfast at the Albany House consisted of toasts, different breads, Irish cheeses, fresh made fruit salad, yogurt and cereals with staff providing small pots of brewed coffee or tea to the table. The break room was intimate, yet ample enough to easily find a more private place to start the day of one chose to do so.

I left Dublin smiling as I made my way toward the airport.
Enjoy your spiritual travel and wishing you amazing Travel Awakenings,

LeeZa Donatella
Here are some links to items I enjoy, that you may find useful 
All my Books  available on Amazon 

Other authors books that have helped me on my journey.
The Four Agreements by don Miguel Ruiz
The Celestine Prophecy by James Redfield
The Essential Rumi  by Jalal al-Din Rumi
Carlos Castaneda's books

Leeza Donatella is an author, speaker and teacher



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