S. and I flew directly from Amsterdam to Dublin and we were greeted at the airport by C., erstwhile sister of J. from the Cork segment of our trip. She collected us and our baggage and brought us back to her house where we were welcomed by her husband S., her 3 lovely daughters, and her parents E. and P. who I hadn't seen in over 10 years. As we were catching up on old times the door opens and in walks J. She, at the urging of her husband, had decided to surprise us by making the drive up from Cork. She, C., S, and myself bundled ourselves into the car and headed downtown to the Temple Bar area for a lovely dinner in a pub.
I had to laugh a bit. The outside wall of the pub boasted traditional Irish music but as soon as we walked in the front door we were confronted by a hen night party shaking their collective booties to Black Eyed Peas "Party Rock Anthem". It was a Saturday night and those ladies were not messing around, there were there to DANCE! The bride was in front of me and started dancing at me and all I could do was nod and small and push on. We threaded our way through the crowd and made our way to the restaurant on the third floor. My dinner was amazing and I'm kicking myself for not remembering the name of the restaurant. I had pate to start and braised lamb for my entree. Everything from the appetizers to the sides were brilliantly done. Lovely food, fabulous friends, and great conversation, what more could a girl want?
While we were at dinner C. told the story of trying to track down the reindeer that live in Phoenix park. I won't tell the whole story here but sufficed to say it was hilarious and ended up with her and her kids running for dear life from some rather unfriendly deer. I promptly nicknamed them the murder reindeer and insisted that we go in search of them later.
Apparently the trad music was on the second floor, but we passed by it on our way out and headed for a brief (very brief, it was FREEZING!) walking tour of Dublin.
|My sole photo from our night on the town.|
The next morning J. left us before dawn to meet her husband in Waterford. After saying goodbye we got got ready for our last day of the trip.
|The girls and their friends helped Amy look for Sheldon while we were driving.|
After we made the full loop of the tour we disembarked on O'Connell street for a quick lunch of fish and chips. Amy was depressed at not having found a single clue as to Sheldon's whereabouts that she ate herself into a coma.
After lunch we hopped back on the bus and hopped off again near Trinity College. I needed to find the sweater shop I wanted to visit so I could replace my old Aran sweater that had been irreversibly shrunk several years before by someone who shall remain nameless. After the quick shopping trip we hopped in a cab and made our way to the Dublin Airport.
|Amy didn't want to get on the plane either.|
|We all thought it was fitting that it started to rain as we boarded the plane. We landed in Ireland in the pouring rain, and we took off for home in the pouring rain.|
|Sunset over the North Atlantic|
|Sunrise over the sea ice off the coast of Newfoundland.|