I was going back and forth about whether to post of my whereabouts in May or not, just because of this irrational fear that someone may try to find me in such a place (don’t try to figure out what that means), but what the hey?
The hubster and I are going to Ireland for a couple of weeks. Leave May 5, return May 16th. Exposition trip, more than a vacation, as we’ll be mostly hanging out in Dublin and exploring possible options in the area. But I’ve planned some fun for us - a pub crawl one night during our first week, a Saturday in Galway, and if we can afford it, a Tuesday in Cork. I hope.
I don’t know about full-scale blogging, but I’ll definitely be twittering. Hopefully, should the hotel’s wireless range be strong enough, or even exist to begin with, I’ll be posting some pictures or even a video or two. We’ll be staying in the Ballsbridge area so expect to see a lot of pictures of South Dublin, if I do get to post them while we’re there (I’m damn well not telling you what hotel we’re staying at! :p )
I’ve already gotten some scant spare change in Euros (one place here charged me $450 for 250 Euros - I eventually discovered I had been ripped. DAMN!), and will probably take my entire paycheck with me when we finally fly out.
I may even take some CDs (once I get them from Discmakers) and sneakily drop them off at a few coffeeshops while we’re there. Who knows?
I’m excited and scared. International traveling isn’t what it used to be. I don’t care to be mistaken for some terrorist because I carry my Zoom H4 recorder pretty much everywhere I go. I’m sure one could do worse than travel in Ireland, but I don’t care to end up penniless after two days because I miscalculated my exchange rate in paying for something that ended up costing me MUCH more than expected. I’m, frankly, stupid like that.
OTOH, I haven’t been to Europe in 17 years. I’m overdue for another visit. Even if it’s to a country I’ve never been before. I’m sure it can’t be too hard to get around in.
Damn, but I’m too set in my ways…wish me luck.
2 responses so far ↓
edward mycue // April 22, 2008 at 12:42 pm
when i was a kid my mom and dad and aunts and uncles and older folks would listen moist-eyed to the irish song “wee hughie”. ‘…he’s off to school, /wee hughie,/ and him but four./ and sure my heart/ went with him/ when he left the door….’
the mom sings and follows at a distance as he trudges to school. sort of came up reading your message. has a dear time on the auld sod, mike and helen. and sure our hearts go with you. ed (and richard)
bigstarlet // April 26, 2008 at 3:29 pm
Unfortunately, I didn’t have that as a kid. We’ll be thinking of you and Richard in Temple Bar.
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