Friday, November 30, 2012

"I love that _____!"

So maybe the last post on Ireland

Anyway, after being in Ireland for almost a week I got my chattiness back. We were at the wedding ceremony and there was a girl with almost my same dress.  (Did I mention we went to Ireland for a wedding?) Anyway
So to start making friends, I politely told this girl that she couldn't sit next to me.  She laughed and we had a grand old time all evening.
Around the end of the night (about 4a.m.) she said "and I love that necklace.  You've got it all!" to which I immediately replied "Yes I do!"

And then a couple of hours later my brain started cranking away, moving towards France and a very Parisian girl thought came into my head:  Did she say that as an insult? 

And with these thoughts you cannot win with.  Because you will never know. 
And suddenly all the compliment went away. 

Curse you Parisiennes for poisoning my mind with Mean Girls bitchiness.

Thursday, November 29, 2012

Random from 27 November 2012

The best bra ever.  
No joke. You can sleep, dance, do jumping jacks in this thing.  It feels like your ladies are setting themselves into a nice comfortable couch.  The most of the most comfortable: the plain colors in demi.

Why French female soccer players are different than American soccer players...Um makeup on the field.     Ridiculous. 

Proof of my stubborness:
for dinner last night I had a small salad with tomatoes, onions, lettuce and potato chips.
Today it will be alphabet pasta with olive oil, garlic and tomatoes
Because I refuse to borrow money from next months budget to buy something not already in the house.
We can totally do 12 euros for dinner for 4 days! 
Nutella from 2 years ago is a totally acceptable breakfast, we're in France!

Sunday, November 18, 2012

Irish Breakfast

Traditional breakfast is

a lot of meat.  Every morning.
Someone at the end told us it was only for weekends.
Good thing we stopped eating lunch because we were so full.

Wednesday, November 14, 2012

Colors, Dunfanaghy

Are you tired of Ireland yet?  Well you're not allowed.  Partly because I took too many photos.  And partly because it was so cool. 

So here is more:
The full range of Fall nail polish colors: stormy sea blue, wild grass, mossy green, rust, burnished cinnamon, and old stone gray.

We wandered around in ruins we found.

Saw the tallest cliffs in Europe

And were just generally amazed by the scenery.

Monday, November 12, 2012

Sunshine and Leprechauns

There was no shortage of castles or coastline in North Ireland.  And we were lucky enough to get some completely unexpected sunshine - and even a rainbow.  When we saw it, I tried to swerve the car over to follow it but B thought I was trying to drive on the right side and kept firmly in heart-attack lane left.  Plus apparently no one told the Frenchman about Leprechauns. 
Dude, why else would you go to Ireland if you don't drink whiskey? Hello Pot of Gold!

Dunluce Castle

Downhill House

Mussenden Temple

Leprechaun + pot of gold

Through a Window: Sunrise in North Ireland

This was my view at 7am at the Smuggler's Inn on the North Ireland Coast.  
This was often my view - large green fields with single houses and old stone walls, and sheep. 
Spray painted sheep.
I created a story in my head that involved the sheepherders spray-painting the sheep to identify them instead of branding or tagging their ears because it was more humaine.  

Thursday, November 8, 2012

Heart Attack every time

B did the driving in Ireland.  I just quietly had a heart attack every time I looked up to see a car headed straight at us on the wrong side of the road. For 6 days straight. 


Wednesday, November 7, 2012

Wide Open Spaces

I have a soundtrack in my head.  When we go on vacations it is "Wide Open Spaces" and sometimes "Where the Streets have no Name."  It starts when we get in the rental car and we drive out of the lot - no reservations (I think B is allergic to reservations).  

We like 2nd cities and small towns, no autobons, but old highways.  We stay at B&B’s which (at least in France) are less expensive and more personal than hotels.  We like to see the boon docks and taste the 3 different kinds of meat for local breakfast. After months of the loud resounding stone buildings and streets, we crave nothing more than a wide open spaces with a long horizon where you can see the sun come up. 

This is what we got in Ireland.