Ar soilse gréine an tráthnóna, bhogfaí scéal draíochta Niamh agus Saoirse ar feadh an Amalfi Coast.

In the evening sunlight, the magical story of Niamh and Saoirse unfolded along the Amalfi Coast.

Bhí an fíonghort síneadh amach os comhair a súl, taobh le taobh leis an aigéan gorm a líonadh le sioráistí síorghorm.

The vineyard stretched out before their eyes, side by side with the blue ocean filled with endless horizons.

Bhí toradh an fhómhair ag an bhuaic, ronna uile go léir ag chreathadh faoi mheáchan na bhfionnaí, faoi chaomhnú dhreachanna maorga na gcnoic timpeall.

The harvest was at its peak, and all the rows trembled under the weight of the vines, under the protection of the majestic hills surrounding them.

Bhí súil ard ag Niamh ar an bhfíonghort íontach seo.

Niamh held high hopes for this magnificent vineyard.

Bhí sí sa tóir ar eolas ar an ngnó ársa an déantús fíona chun a haistíreachta a fhíorú.

She was in search of knowledge about the ancient business of winemaking to affirm her own heritage.

Bhí Cormac, an bainisteoir le súile troma, orthu le breathnú de thóir na heagraíochta.

Cormac, the manager with heavy eyes, watched them in pursuit of organization.

Bhí sé dírithe ar a gcuid oibre, ach bhí amhras faoi Niamh agus Saoirse.

He was focused on his work but was wary of Niamh and Saoirse.

Chuir Saoirse bun a bríd ar eachtraí an tsamhraidh; bí ag teastáil cinneadh a dhéanamh faoin todhchaí.

Saoirse had made a foundation for the summer's adventures; she needed to make a decision about the future.

Ach, bhraith sí teas na gréine agus milse an bhlas fíon, nach raibh deifir uirthi.

Yet, she felt the warmth of the sun and the sweet taste of the wine, and she wasn't in a hurry.

Bhí foighne Niamh níos mó agus bhí sí ag iarraidh Cormac a chruthú go raibh sí díograiseach.

Niamh was more patient and eager to prove to Cormac that she was diligent.

Go luath, tháinig stoirm, ag líonadh na spéire le scamaill dhubha.

Soon, a storm approached, filling the sky with dark clouds.

Bhí cur chuige práinne á dhéanamh—briseadh cáipéise sa mhótar, ag cur i mbaol an fhómhair.

An urgent approach was needed—a capacitor broke in the motor, threatening the harvest.

D'oibrigh Niamh go gasta.

Niamh worked quickly.

Bhí sí dea-léitheach maidir leis na hinsí.

She was well-versed in the mechanics.

Rinne sí é ar fad láithreach, faoi shúile uaigneacha Cormac.

She did it all immediately, under the lonely eyes of Cormac.

Ní raibh ach am iontach ann—chuir an mhótar ar ais ag obair.

There was just a wonderful moment—the motor was up and running again.

Bhí an t-ainmniúchán lán le cumhacht arís, ag fás sa ghaoth is fliche.

The nomination was full of power once more, growing in the wettest wind.

Bhreathnaigh Cormac ar Niamh, an fios agus an spiorad nua aici.

Cormac looked at Niamh, with her new-found knowledge and spirit.

Bhí meas air, rud nach raibh riamh ann roimhe sin.

He had newfound respect for her, something that hadn't been there before.

Bhí coimirce na bhfíon á sábháil.

The preservation of the wine was saved.

D'fhéach Cormac ar Niamh leis an moladh níos mó ná sin i bhfad.

Cormac looked at Niamh with praise much greater than ever before.

"Is annamh a fheictear an meascán d’eolas le smaointe domhain," dúirt sé go rognaíoch, focal machnamhach ina shúile.

"It is rare to see the combination of knowledge with deep thought," he said thoughtfully, an insightful word in his eyes.

Imeascach, d'fhill Niamh ar a ceathair, tuiscint nua aici ar cháilíocht ó bhoth an taithí, agus an riachtanas de bheith ag foghlaim níos faide ná leabhair.

In a mingling of feelings, Niamh returned to her roots, with a new understanding of quality from both experience and the necessity of learning beyond books.

Bhraith sí muiníneach ina cumas anois, ina coscán ar an stíl seanbhunaithe dá saol acadúil amháin.

She felt confident in her abilities now, braking away from the style established solely by her academic life.

Faoi dheireadh, bhain Saoirse an gealgháire amach a bhí sí á chuardach go ciúin, fios sin go raibh cinneadh oscailte roimpi.

Finally, Saoirse achieved the quiet happiness she had been seeking, knowing an open decision lay ahead of her.

Tháinig an fhionnacht gan chuireadh, faoi ré a bhaineadh le chéile, ag bhronntanas nasc doscartha na cairdeas agus na hareachta.

The discovery came uninvited, in an era they shared together, as a gift of the unbreakable bond of friendship and experience.

D’iompú ar siúl leo as a bheith ag tuirse leis, ag déanamh heaghairde ar thine, ag fianaise teagmháil an duine leo féin is lena chéile.

They turned to walk away from weariness, tending the fire, witnessing the touch of humanity with themselves and with each other.