When it rains during your two day stay in Barcelona, you cannot help but feel cheated. Barcelona is supposed to be hot, and sunny, and beachy, and drinky-dinkies on the tiny terrace of a quaint tapas bar.
When it is sunny during your two day stay in Donegal, you cannot help but feel cheated.
You’re given a glimpse of how incredibly brilliant a whole summer of that would be.
Donegal is supposed to be overcast, and wet, and drizzly, and windy, and woolly-jumpery in a 24/7/365 sort of way.
When showers and sunny spells rapidly alternate during your afternoon walk on the East Pier, it all feels just right, and homely, and predictable, and reassuring.
In a lick-a-wet-99, sweat under your rain jacket, blink at the brightness of the sun reflected on the shiny wet pier sort of I-m-so-back-at-home way.