Grace at Vico Bathing Place

Dublin is beautifully unique in that you are never too far from the coast. Last Sunday was my birthday so I swam at Vico Bathing Place for the first time. I broke the 5 km Lockdown rule. Ah well! I persuaded a gentleman to come with me. He was a complete stranger and competitive runner back in the day. A 3rd generation Dubliner. I shared the Louis Zamperini story with him. Louis was an Olympic runner and airman during World War II. He crashed into the Pacific and was listed as dead. He spent 47 days adrift in a life raft before being captured by the Japanese. He endured a harsh and cruel imprisonment but later forgave his tormentor. My new friend had never heard of him or Vico Baths even though he’d lived in Dublin all his life. I piqued his curiosity!

One of the things I most enjoy about being back in Ireland is my spontaneous convos on the go — I talk to anyone everywhere. Is it the gift of the gab or just my natural evangelistic/campaigner personality? My friends do wonder how I make all the connections. I had a great day! I swam in a glorious place. My friend met lovely female swimmers. More importantly he pulled off my wet-suit footsies post-swim. I can’t do it in my own strength and with cold hands.

The magic of Vico Baths aka Hawk Cliff showed up when three dolphins popped up out of nowhere close to me. It was such a lovely surprise. I celebrated it with a Prossecco and Terry’s orange in Dalkey Village. Not so healthy but Ah well!

I stayed IN the 12 degrees Celsius sea for 20 minutes in honor of my mother who gave birth to me on this day. I felt like I was in another world. Our Irish coastline is beautiful. It needs protecting. The health of our oceans is vital and so is the health and well being of the Irish wellness warriors attracted to them for the craic and community.