Ireland Vacation

My apologies to my non-family member readers who are going to probably get extremely bored over the next couple of days due to my postings of sheep and hillsides (let’s face it, the family will probably get bored too).  But here it is, our Ireland Vacation!

Day 1 and Day 2 – Dublin (September 10th – 11th)

After a red eye out of JFK the previous night, we finally landed in Dublin and made our way to our hotel in Temple Bar.  After disposing of our luggage we ventured out in search of some breakfast.  A few wrong turns and a farmer’s market later, we found outselves at Queen of Tarts.  The place was amazing, serving everything from fresh fruit and granola to smoked irish salmon with scrambled eggs.

After 10 days and endless taste tests later, Ryan still ranks the Queen of Tarts as serving the best brown bread in all of Ireland, no easy feat.

I’m going to skip over most of our first day (you’re welcome) to spare you all countless pictures of Dublin Castle, Christ Church Catherdral (because we thought we were at St. Patrick’s Cathedral), St. Patrick’s Catherdral (because we found it), and the Chester Beatty Library.

For our first dinner in Dublin we ended up at Restaurant Patrick Guilbaud. I’ve already bored you with details of my breakfast (really, who needs to know that?) but I had to include a picture of the restaurant’s wine menu.

It’s a good thing I was ordering by the glass or I would have been incredibly lost.

Day two found us at a fast food joint that serves pasties!!!! (I promise I did more in ireland than just eat…. sort of). Now, considering my family’s background (my grandmother and great-grandmother cooked pasties for a living for decades) I am sure this is sacrilegious to say but these pasties were the best I’ve ever tasted. Sorry Gramie!

 

Day two meant there was intensive touring of some very important historical sites.  Such as the Guinness Brewery and the Jameson Distillery.

The last touristy thing I forced us to do before leaving Dublin was to pose next to the Molly Malone statue. I’m not sure why but the thing to do is to take a picture groping poor Molly. The man in front of us got yelled at by his wife for trying to grope the statue. She was having none of it.  Then Ryan got up there at left his hands at his side so I had to yell at him too with “we did not come all the way here for you to just stand there, grope the girl already!!!”

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This is a long time coming (I’m so sorry for the delay) but to my dearest Tumblr Buddy, Carolyn, thank you so so so so much.  Carolyn has been the best and most generous tumblr buddy and I cannot express how much your packages and notes have meant to me.  And have always seemed to appear just at the perfect time.  I’m so excited to get to follow you now and get to know you.  As for this particular package, you really outdid yourself this time, I don’t think I could even squeeze everything you sent into this picture!  And the kitteh’s (whom Carolyn never forgot about when sending packages and notes) loved your presents to them too!

So I came back to work today completely refreshed and a little less disgruntled than I previously was before my vacation but as I got closer to the office I started to get annoyed with work again.  Until I found these awaiting me at my desk.  Happy birthday balloons completely solve everything.  (Well, happy birthday balloons and not being at work on my actual birthday last week!)

Yay!!!

I saw this message a week ago but went into no-internet land soon after.  But now I’m back and am getting all my mail tonight and cannot wait to find out who you are Tumblr Buddy!!!

Seriously, what the hell is wrong with me?  From just the sleep aspect alone I have been dreaming about this vacation for forever.  And yet what was I doing at 1 AM last night? Getting a good night’s sleep before a busy day today?  Nope.  I was too busy playing Pottermore!!!  I am ridiculous.

But Friend Me people!  I have like 2 friends.  Very sad.  My username is SpiritMist180.

Woohoo! It’s finally here! I’m off to Ireland armed with a suitcase, a 15 page itinerary (which many have ventured to say means I need psychiatric help), and a husband who claims driving will be no sweat because he has driven a manual car three whole times.

I rewatched Letters to Juliet this weekend

Victor: Senor Morini on the phone, he’s inviting us to this incredible forest 120 km away and they dig these exquisite truffles.

Sophie: Wait, 120 km?

Victor: It’s not like miles, Sophie.

Sophie: I understand the difference, but I don’t understand why you want to go 120 km to see a mushroom.

Victor: It’s not a mushroom, it’s a truffle. It’s a tartufo. It’s the thing that you put on top of the pasta. It’s something else.  Come on, you’ve been having a good day, right?

Sophie: It was fine. But now, to be honest I just don’t feel like going to see a mushroom.

Victor: It’s fine, I get it. Just don’t call it a mushroom.

I completely side with Victor on this one.