The lights on the brewery
In 2001, I went on a solo trip to Dublin, mostly to regain confidence in myself after a major surgery changed my life completely.
It was amazing to be there, in the old city full of marvels, and, being a true tourist, I had to go to the Guinness brewery, mostly because I loved the beer.
I don’t remember much of the tour.
I do remember sitting in the pub on the roof, drinking the pint included in admittance and looking over the magical city of Dublin. I asked someone there to take a picture of me, and in it you see a Sylvia with a happy grin, her pint of Guinness in her hand, being totally content with herself for the first time in years.
After I finished my pint, I just had to go and hop on the red hop on hop off bus soon, because my energy was starting to dwindle.
I took the elevator down to the ground floor, bought some souvenirs in the shop and headed out.
And then I saw something magical, light reflected on the wall across the street. I assumed they were reflections of the glass in the Guinness building, but I didn’t research, I just enjoyed the view, inhaling my joy.
I took a picture and walked to the bus stop with a smile on my face.
I had always felt, without knowing why, that Dublin was magical, and in that moment, I could feel it.