因为我也去过那个小小的柏林机场，也喝爱尔兰咖啡，或者因为我当时听着这首歌，突然有种冲动想转述这个故事。
思念之味- 爱尔兰咖啡 （出自豫约电子杂志19期）
总觉得爱尔兰是个忧郁和热烈矛盾集合的国度， 第一次听到爱尔兰咖啡这个名字， 就想起爱尔兰音乐的画面感--蒙着青灰色水气的苍茫的山脊和林地。当真正品尝到爱尔兰咖啡，才发觉它不像我想象中的那般淡定，甚至比其他咖啡更多了一种活泼的趣味。
其实爱尔兰咖啡是一种加入了爱尔兰威士忌的咖啡，也有人把它归为鸡尾酒类。不仅是因为加入了爱尔兰威士忌才叫爱尔兰咖啡，这个名字源于一个浪漫的爱情传说。一位在都柏林机场工作的酒保，爱上了一位美丽的空姐，他拿手的是调酒，但是空姐每次停留都柏林机场，只是随心情点一杯不同口味的咖啡。为了能让她尝到自己调制的鸡尾酒，他调制了一种加入爱尔兰威士忌的咖啡，取名爱尔兰咖啡。酒保做了两分menu, 只有给她看的那一份上才有爱尔兰咖啡。但是menu 里的新名字并未引起女孩的主意。酒保只是默默做他份内的工作，然后期待女孩下一次光临能发现它。一年之后，美丽的空姐终于点了专门为她设计的咖啡酒，煮咖啡时，酒保忍不住激动地哭了。他用手偷偷将眼泪擦去，然后在爱尔兰咖啡杯口画了一圈。空姐喝完后很喜欢，说: "有种爱情的苦涩。" 要问这个故事的发展如何？我只能告诉你，就像童话里王子与公主的结局一样，任由人们猜想。
11.27.2007
11.24.2007
早上起来，厨房的桌子上有两颗小蚌壳，一张一合还活着，原来是妈妈早上留下来的。昨天我们去集市买的新鲜菜肉鱼虾，今天煮了一些，见两颗小的蚌壳还活着，妈就把它们留下来了。。。我好奇地看着它俩，心情大好。
出门前把它们放在盛水的小盘子里，让他们喝水游泳。回来的时候有一只呆滞地张着大嘴，唇舌干裂的样子，我以为它死掉了，心里一紧！拿起来看, 它又赶紧把嘴合上了。。嘻嘻，它可能是睡觉忘了闭上嘴吧。
晚上又看了两次，它们还活着，默默地养精蓄锐。明天就去把它们放到附近的河里吧，我不想看到他们就这么死掉。今晚一晚又冷又漫长，不知道它们会怎样。我换了一些新的温水，不再搬弄他们。
然后好奇地上网去查蚌壳的生活习性，意外地读到：“人就像一个蚌壳的两半，在同一条河上寻啊寻的。找到另一半就会合拢起来，护着一颗透明的珍珠。”
。。。。
小蚌壳，祝你们一夜安眠。
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虽然住在岛上，但要接近大自然里的水还是不太容易。岛的两边层层叠叠都是高架，铁索，公路。密集的车辆呼啸而过，带动着灰蒙蒙的气流。左转右转只上了钢筋桥，从高处看，枫叶已经姹紫嫣红了，一团团层次分明。河水漫延直到天边，岸边是高高低低的摩天楼群，冬日的阳光映在水里，像滚滚流金。
远处，黑色的玄武岩中间劈开一条缝，细看缝里是一条铁轨，曾经有人告诉我，这条铁轨上的火车一直开到 Montreal. . .多好啊，那种人在旅途的感觉，从点A到点B，没有人知道你是谁，你只是一道匿名的风景。。。桥上风很大，吹得脸皮刺痛，我回过神伸手护住心爱的帽子。 桥中央有一个孤独的守桥人，坐在几百米的高空听广播。
走到栏杆，拿出小蚌壳，简单道别，放生，任务完成。
11.12.2007
Sister Anne
Yesterday on my way to Bloomingdale, I ran into Sister Anne in the subway station! I could not believe it. We must have not seen each other for 4 or 5 years. She looked great as usual; there seems to be light illuminated from her presence. I walked her back home and she invited me in for some coffee.
This was not my first time visiting the convent. In fact, I have been there many many times. Even though it is on Lexington Ave., it is behind the church so that makes it very private and peaceful, and that's what makes it so special. There are 11 of them nuns in the convent, some I like or even love, some I can not stand. When I walked in yesterday Sr. Gail was right there watching some TV with her dog Vinny. Vinny has gotten very big (and fat =), he howled at me like he was trying to say something.
Since the downstair dining room got flooded days ago( I wonder how that happened), Sr. Anne showed me to the living room upstairs. There I have never been. It was a big and cozy room with very American-style furnitures, a fire place, and a huge book shelf. I took a look, mostly religious books and biographys, like Catherine of Sienna etc. When we were talking, there was a mass going on next door, so we could hear the organ playing. This room had a little door leading out to a dark hallway, when I looked out and looked down I could see the church's interior and all the people and the priests from a bird's view.
Later, Sr. Anne was so kind to show me their private chapel, where the holy communion is kept. When we opened the door, Sr. Timmy was sitting inside by herself reading a book of some sort. She looked very serene and focused. Sr. Anne then said to me in a whisper: "You can ask for something. The first time you go to a place (a chapel), you can ask for something and it will most likely come true." And that's why I want to remember this day and this moment, because somehow I felt very blessed. I sat there in slience with two of them.
Of course I had a talk with Sr. Timmy at one point. During our conversation she told me "you look great!" Twice! Sr. Timmy never say things like that. I must have looked really good. ma-ha-ha!
This was not my first time visiting the convent. In fact, I have been there many many times. Even though it is on Lexington Ave., it is behind the church so that makes it very private and peaceful, and that's what makes it so special. There are 11 of them nuns in the convent, some I like or even love, some I can not stand. When I walked in yesterday Sr. Gail was right there watching some TV with her dog Vinny. Vinny has gotten very big (and fat =), he howled at me like he was trying to say something.
Since the downstair dining room got flooded days ago( I wonder how that happened), Sr. Anne showed me to the living room upstairs. There I have never been. It was a big and cozy room with very American-style furnitures, a fire place, and a huge book shelf. I took a look, mostly religious books and biographys, like Catherine of Sienna etc. When we were talking, there was a mass going on next door, so we could hear the organ playing. This room had a little door leading out to a dark hallway, when I looked out and looked down I could see the church's interior and all the people and the priests from a bird's view.
Later, Sr. Anne was so kind to show me their private chapel, where the holy communion is kept. When we opened the door, Sr. Timmy was sitting inside by herself reading a book of some sort. She looked very serene and focused. Sr. Anne then said to me in a whisper: "You can ask for something. The first time you go to a place (a chapel), you can ask for something and it will most likely come true." And that's why I want to remember this day and this moment, because somehow I felt very blessed. I sat there in slience with two of them.
Of course I had a talk with Sr. Timmy at one point. During our conversation she told me "you look great!" Twice! Sr. Timmy never say things like that. I must have looked really good. ma-ha-ha!
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