The fourth and final day of the Lizberries’ seventh tour of Ireland finds us feeling tired, but also

with an ever-stronger sense that we’re about to leave another piece of our hearts in Ireland.

Between an article in the Limerick Post, a final concert in Lucan, new friends, missing Guinness, and a night spent practically without sleep, the time has come to say goodbye to Ireland.

An Emergency Wake-Up Call in Limerick

We had big plans for Sunday the 6th.

We did.

Then, however, exhaustion got the better of us.

We woke up thanks to our now well-tested emergency alarm, which this time went off just half an hour before check-out.

At 11:30 a.m.

Chronic tardiness took over our day, and as if that weren’t enough, we couldn’t even find an Irish breakfast worthy of the name.

But never mind.

We found something even more precious: the Limerick Post, the local newspaper, featuring our article!

Thanks, Erik! ❤️

Breakfast at the Green Yard

At that point, we stopped at the Green Yard, a kind of bar where you can have a sort of breakfast-lunch hybrid.

And we ate wonderfully!

The waitress, who speaks Italian, and the owner, who’s also a fan of The Cranberries, are incredibly kind.

They really made us feel welcome and pampered.

We’ll definitely be back!

And this time, with some good food in our bellies and, above all, our beloved Illy coffee, we’re ready to hit the road again.

First stop: Navan, to return the drum kit.

Thanks, Darren!

And then, finally, off to Dublin, heading to Courtney’s Lucan.

And, incredibly, we arrive pretty much on time!

By now, it’s become a real underhanded battle between us and our chronic tardiness.

But this time, we’ve got the upper hand.

Last Concert in Lucan

We set up the stage; there isn’t much time to eat, but we manage to get everything done.

And then we start playing.

Despite our low expectations, the venue is packed!

And we also have to thank our friend Giulio, who managed to bring along a truly incredible fanbase.

The audience in Lucan is different from the ones we’ve encountered at other concerts.

They’re very engaged, but also incredibly attentive.

They remain almost motionless throughout the entire concert—and we mean that in the most positive way possible: it’s the stillness of those who are listening, of those who are completely immersed in what’s happening.

They watch us, smile, sing along, and eagerly await one song after another.

And of course, at the end, encores are a must!

But once again, more than the music, it’s the people who leave their mark.

The People Who Made Us Feel at Home

First and foremost, our Giulio Campellesi, an excellent guide to Dublin and Ireland—extremely friendly, incredibly helpful, always ready to assist us, and above all, a huge Cranberries fan.

He showers us with gifts related to Dolores and the Cranberries; he even gives us the newspaper article about us from our last tour at Whelan’s in Dublin.

He’s truly a warm-hearted person.

And it shows.

Especially because he’s surrounded by friends who are there for him, for us, and to share this passion.

Then there’s the sound engineer—talented and friendly—who immediately put us at ease.

And there’s Daniela, our point person—a Brazilian girl who’s truly outgoing, kind, and selfless.

We immediately hit it off with her.

And then there’s Georgine, an Australian girl who goes out of her way to bring us things, help us, and make us feel good.

At this venue, we felt truly supported, welcomed, and pampered.

And it was such a sweet way to wrap up the tour.

Homesickness for Ireland Sets In Before We Even Leave

Actually, to be honest, we’ve already started crying.

Because we already miss everyone.

And maybe that’s the hardest thing to explain about a tour in Ireland.

There wasn’t a single day when we didn’t experience something profound, beautiful, and powerful.

There wasn’t a single day when the music of The Cranberries—and Dolores—didn’t give us something special.

During this tour, people told us time and again:

“Thank you for the emotions you bring.”

“Keep it up.”

“You’re important.”

And yet, if we’re being honest, the feeling we’re left with is almost the opposite.

It feels like we’ve received so much more than we’ve been able to give.

We’ve received emotions, smiles, stories, hugs, encounters, words, memories.

And in the face of such intense emotions, even physical exhaustion suddenly seems to vanish.

All that remains is that very strange feeling of being physically tired, yet mentally and emotionally fulfilled.

Filled with memories we already know will be unforgettable.

A Night Without a Hotel

That night, we didn’t even have a hotel.

The flight leaves too early, and we have to check our bags by 4:00 a.m.

But the incredible thing is that we aren’t sleepy.

The people have given us so much energy that we can barely feel the fatigue.

We go in search of a place where we can relax over a Guinness.

But by now, understandably, Ireland is asleep.

It’s Sunday night.

And Monday is coming.

So we head to the airport.

We sleep for about an hour in the car, return the car keys, and drop off our luggage at the oversized baggage counter.

It’s 4 a.m.

And we’re not sleepy.

We’re still buzzing with excitement.

And, apparently, we’re not the only ones.

The Last Hours in Ireland

The airport is wide open, and there are already tons of people walking around having breakfast.

So many, in fact, that we can’t even find a place to sit!

So we settle for a croissant, a coffee, and the last few videos from the tour.

And then…

a game of chess.

That’s right.

We even find a giant chess set in front of the gate, and, of course, we can’t pass it up.

Because even in the final hours of the tour, apparently, we can’t do anything normal.

Dawn and the Return Home

Then it’s time to board.

It’s dawn.

It’s seven o’clock.

Our Aer Lingus flight is waiting to take us back to Italy.

We finally sink into the seats to rest, as the air gently cradles us and the wind carries us back home.

But we know something has been left behind.

Another piece of our heart.

It’s stayed in Ireland, along with the people we met, the places we visited, the voices we heard, the hugs, the laughter, and all those emotions that accompanied us for four days.

And that piece of our heart, we’re certain, will continue to call to us.

We’ve Got the Ireland Bug

It’s official.

We’ve got the Ireland bug.

But we’re heading home with something huge inside us: so many beautiful memories, new friendships, the desire to return, and, above all, the music of our Cranberries.

So, once again…

Happy birthday, Dolores.

You’re the one who gave us the birthday gift. ❤️