Tag: Republic of Ireland

Powerscourt Gardens, Wicklow, Ireland

Posted on
Jun 6, 2016
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Posted in: Attractions

Our last trip to Europe took us to Wicklow, just outside of Dublin, for a few days (before we skipped off to Spain on a rather terrifying Ryan Air flight that will henceforth be referred to as Kegger at 30,000 Feet). Rand’s conference hosted us at the Powerscourt Hotel, which is in the middle of…

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Rainbows in Ireland.

Posted on
Apr 1, 2016
Posted in: Random Musings

Our trip to Ireland occasionally ventured into the land of the cliche. We drank pints of Guinness, we ate lamb stew, and we wondered every now and then if all of this wasn’t simply a show put on for the amusement of tourists. Because, seriously: A potato specialist? In Ireland? (I nearly hyperventilated.)

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Beaches in Ireland

Posted on
Feb 29, 2016
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Posted in: Random Musings

Our friend Hannah warned us that around the town of Cork, Ireland, people became very possessive of their beaches. I thought I misheard her, naturally. “This bitch belongs to no man-” I said, waving my finger defiantly in the air. (“See? This is why you aren’t allowed to have a podcast.” – Rand)

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Rainy Days, Sunny Dispositions in Ireland.

Posted on
Dec 29, 2015
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Posted in: Random Musings

When we were in Ireland, it rained. Like, a lot. It rained as we wandered through the streets of Cork, and it rained as we explored Elizabeth Fort. After a while, we started feeling downtrodden and melodramatic, weighed down by the grey skies and our sopping wet clothing.

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Wil and Rand and Rio in Ireland.

Posted on
Nov 6, 2015
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We went to Ireland with our friends Wil and Nora, their son Rio, and the amazing Emily, nanny-extraordinaire (she also helped take care of me and Rand, which was nice). I took these photos on a rainy day while we walked around Cork. They simultaneously made my uterus explode, and also made me think that…

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  • I asked Rand's grandfather what he thought about his grandson becoming an author. He tried to pretend he was unimpressed.
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We had a lovely dinner with some folks based here in Quebec, and they also gave me cupcakes, and it was all lovely and confusing because I am a nightmare of a human.
  • I went to a stunning library in Quebec City today - the Maison de la litterature was once an old church, and now it is full of books and winding staircases.
  • He complained that we were old, and I told him that we had maybe five more minutes of being young and beautiful, so let's enjoy them. Here they are.
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