Cork city

We went to Cork this weekend. I had gone to Cork four years ago with my ex and a couple of friends, and that was a painful experience. Probably because my relationship at this time was already disastrous, probably also because we had taken the wrong route with the car and that it had taken hours to reach the city, probably also we didn't know where to look and we ended up playing some silly game in the hotel room. In other words, I remembered Cork as a boring, not that interesting nor lively city, with nothing to do and no great opportunity to have fun. I must confess that I had this very capital city despising attitude about it and I refused to go back there for a while.

But then, because of Rothar!, the project Stephen and I are putting in place, we had to go back. We met with two extremely motivated guys who have the same kind of project down there. Instructive and encouraging.

And then, Cork. Well, I must say that I was impressed this time. It is tidy, pretty, lively, and there is a je ne sais quoi of latin atmosphere coming from the small cafes, the tiny wine bars, the colourful houses and (that is the least you can say) the colourful accent. In other words, whoever wants to go there with me is welcome! I wouldn't live in Cork, it is too small for the city girl that I became, but it is definitely worth days of discovery, walking, drinking and tasting their local stout, the Murphy's.