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With a rental car and a slightly dated map of the country, we hit the unfamiliar roads, stopping at random abbeys or castles to please my dad. I did not particularly take pleasure in the historical aspect of the places as much as my dad did. Nevertheless, I enjoyed the aesthetic beauty of the old and ruined structures.
We left Galway after a week stay in the area for my dad’s meeting and headed north to
Driving up there, we both came across a very confusing sign that told us to take the turnoff at an intersection that looked like it was heading nowhere. But, going against our judgments, we turned and drove off in that direction.
It didn’t take long to realize that we were lost in the middle of nowhere. I was growing a bit scared of being lost in a foreign country, but my dad seemed unfazed.
“Do you have any idea where we are?” I asked him.
“Nope,” he replied nonchalantly.
“And how do we get back?” I continued, worried and slightly annoyed.
“Does it matter?” he questioned back like Socrates.
“We’re lost,” I told him, bothered that I had to state the obvious.
“We’re not lost. We’re just taking a scenic detour.”
His wording of the situation took me off guard. I was panicking, but my dad seemed unfazed. His optimistic outlook on being completely unaware of where we were suddenly changed my outlook. After that, I took my eyes off the map and looked outside. No longer was I directing which way to turn or what road to look out for. I was now actually enjoying the outdoors and the beautiful country of
The world seemed almost perfect outside my car window and I felt ashamed I had never really noticed it before then. I was always so preoccupied with the destination or when we would get there. I never really noticed the small details, the details worth noticing. This nature and this scenery were much more important than castles or abbeys. Getting lost was the best thing to have happened to me that vacation.
No longer was I afraid of not knowing. I was completely lost in this beautiful landscape. I was blissful in my unawareness.
Eventually, we found the right road and got to the castle, but that part does not matter as much. Because at that one moment, I was lost. And I was happy.
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