I ***love*** living so close by work, in a city in which no
time is wasted going from A to B, with the Wicklow Mountains in your back
garden and the sea right in front of you! Yesterday proves to be an excellent
example to illustrate this, please let me elaborate. As I live a mere 10
minutes’ walk away from the office I can sleep until seven am and be behind my
desk around eight, which guarantees an early start of a usually productive
morning. After lunch, which generally comprises of three courses, focus and attention
are the lesser virtues, while later on in the afternoon I have recovered well enough to finish the day in style, often spurred by a coffee prepared by the pretty
Lithuanian lady from the coffee place around the corner. Leaving before half
five (i.e. 17:30), as I did yesterday, left me plenty of time to squeeze a full
day’s programme into my evening. As soon as I got home I pulled James out of
his refuge, and took to the Dublin roads, which were already being sprayed by a
gentle drizzle. In less than an hour and a half I completed the tour I explored
last Saturday, climbing the foothills of the Wicklow Mountains and rocketing
downhill on the way back home. Long hot shower, a light meal, some chilling
out, and off I went, by Luas (I had had my fair share of cycling for that day),
downtown to meet Sara for a Spritz and a whiskey. A lovely night out, and I was
sound asleep by midnight. There are quick wins, low hanging fruits, and free
lunches, and I’m trying to do it all. Cut the commute and enjoy. Dublin makes it work.
Welcome!
Since I was a kid I have been writing stories. Narratives about fictional characters in made-ups worlds, within the infinite realm of my fantasies. Now I write about my real life adventures, about the results of my yearning to see as much of the world as I can possibly combine with a career and regularly seeing friends and family. These stories are primarily a recollection of my own memories, as I am keen to preserve as many details of my foreign adventures as possible, lest the images I try to recall years later inevitably become blurred. As a positive externality, the result may be a pleasant read for the interested outsider. I hope you will enjoy my blog.
Tony Grifone
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