I stared at her, long after our lips had left each others I stared at her. She was staggeringly beautiful and it was safe to say that I was in shock. In shock that I had met such an indredible woman, shocked at how right her lips felt on mine and shocked that at that moment nothing seemed more right in my life then to have her eyes locked with mine, our lips inches apart and her hands on my chest. Nothing had ever seemed this right. "Keavy" I whispered, my voice still unable to project fully. "You are beautiful"
She smiled and kissed me again "Ya still aren't getting into me knickers, yank" and she flashed me a goofy grin. I took her hand and walked out onto the causeway.
~~**~~
"What is that?" I asked, watching her stare at the peice of jewelry intently.
"The Tara brooch, it was created in the 8th century. It was originally made with gold and silver but the king wanted a spectacular peice for his mistress so the artist added glass, emamel and amber to create the final peice. When I was knee high to a grasshopper, my dah used to tell me all about this brooch and how he wanted to one day give my mah a magnificent peice like that."
I marvelled at how smart she was, she spouted off history like it was the blood that ran through her veins. She gave me a funny look "What is it yank? Why are you looking at me like that?"
"You are so smart, I have never know a woman to know so much about things"
"Bimbos I bet"
"What?" I shook my head and started to laugh, shocked at how smoothly that had come out of her mouth.
"I bet they were all bimbos, nymphos really, come on yank admit it, you went for the easy knicker droppers didn't ya?"
I laughed and pulled her close to kiss her.
~~**~~
"Would you like a slice of cake with your barley soup?" the lady asked me.
"Could I get a piece of bread with it?" I asked, confused as to why they were asking me if I wanted my dessert with my soup.
The woman laughed and walked away muttering something about tourists.
"AJ here in the north we call bread, cake. I don't know why but we do"
"What do you call cake, bread?" I grinned.
~~**~~
"Explain to me again why you don't really eat chicken?"
"Our chicken is different from yours, our little backyard chickens are too bitter, the meat is tough and no amount of cooking or seasoning can cure the poultry. We do eat hare though"
"You eat Thumper?" I teased.
Keavy laughed and tossed her hair over her shoulder.
~~**~~
"I have never eaten so well in my life, I can't believe the size of that meal" I rubbed my stomach and stretched, trying to get rid of the overstuffed feeling.
"Let me explain something to you yank, in Ireland there is nothing worse then leaving the table underfed. It is an insult to offer a small portion to your guests. We have a saying here that sums up leaving the table still hungry. ‘It was like a daisy in a bull's mouth’."
"Well then I am an elephant in a bulls' mouth because I may not have to eat for the rest of my vacation"
"Well there might be a problem then" Keavy's face was shining and I knew she was dying to tell me something, something that would no doubt cause me to squirm. "Mah wants you to come to dinner, and believe me when I tell you she is cooking enough food to feed half the Belfast prison"
I groaned and shook my head.
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