Staying at Connie’s place was like staying in a chandelier, wrapped up in a warm blanket of love. Immaculately clean and decorated in beautiful cream colors, glistening with accents of silver and gold- this feels like a five star hotel. Connie was so kind and warm to us upon arrival, it immediately felt like we had arrived at some distant family member’s home, and the comfort never ceased.
In the morning, we came downstairs to the soft glow of candles in the hallway, and opened the door to the kitchen, upon which I began to cry like a child! Never have I seen such a beautiful table laid out before me - fresh flowers cascaded above trays of fruit, plates of cheeses and ham, cereals, fresh breads and pastries, eggs, coffee, tea. I can only describe the feeling as Christmas morning when you were a child, and there’s that bike you never imagined would actually be there, but it is there - and it’s yours.
The true highlight was getting to sit and talk with Connie and her darling husband Mike. These are the finest kind of people you can hope to meet. By the end of the morning the feeling of family kinship was no longer unfounded, we had truly become friends. Now when I dream of my return to the Emerald Isle, I dream also of revisiting these two angels, in their cozy chandelier of love.