Dear future Tony. When you read
this a few years from now, when reminiscing your time in Ireland, then recall
the summer of 2015 and the quality of life you enjoyed at the time. You decided
to spend most of June, July and August on the Emerald Island, rather than
flying out every weekend. This makes sense of course, as the weather is least
likely to be absolutely horrible this time of the year. Well past Tony, so far
that has been a good choice. The weather in June has been magnificent, and the
past weeks you played football in Fairview Park every Saturday and mostly one
evening a week as well. Even now that the weather has adopted a more Irish
nature again, this week’s game is expected to take place nonetheless. And this
is not the only exercise you are exposing yourself to, oh no. You are
remarkably successful in keeping up your weekly visit to the gym, for either a ‘functional
training class’ or 50-odd lanes in the pool. Usually there’s a chilling out
session in the steamer or jacuzzi (or both) involved afterwards. As a little
reward, you know. Not bad! Also you have tried to pick up Tag rugby, which has
been less successful. The team you joined for the 9-week competition showed a
remarkable lack of team spirit, which was only matched by the lacklustreness of
some of the opponents. Like last week’s, who didn’t even show up. You may
recall that past Tony was quite happy for the tag season to have finished, and
he doesn’t intend to join again next season. But hey, whether that happened is
only something future Tony knows at this time. Evenings which are not filled
with these activities are usually filled up with other events of a social
nature, such as last week when Josh visited for an evening (a living souvenir
from Albania), the Taste of Dublin and the Rabo football event. And yes, the
weekends. Weekends spent in Dublin was quite a novelty for past Tony, as he
used to be away all the time. Not this summer. Or well, not all the time. And how he is enjoying it!
The past Saturdays have been long and filled with drinks, music and laughter.
Such as last week when Xavi took you to a house party, or last Saturday when a
house warming lasted until Sunday morning. Summer in Dublin, it’s not that bad.
It’s not bad at all.
