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I met Kim a Sunday afternoon at a hostel in Dingle, Ireland, where we were both vacationing. On Monday morning, I saw her again when I was eating breakfast, and we talked again. Her traveling companion had just gone back to Holland, where they are from.
I was living in Kilkenny at the time, and had gotten to Dingle one step at a time, on Bus Eireann, traveling without a plan.
That Sunday, I had tried to hitchhike to Dunquin to catch a ferry to Great Blasket Island. I am not a good hitchhiker, and I soon tired of the effort, and had returned to the hostel that I looked as discouraged and uncomfortable as I felt. I wouldn't have given myself a lift,
I saw her the next morning at the breakfast table, and her travelling companion had just gone back to Holland, where they are both from.