When this particular blog post goes down in history and farther back in the blog archives, and the mass of my readership only stalks me this far back in rare bursts of time-consuming appreciation, no one will notice that I posted a Saturday post on a Wednesday. Right?
Right?
Right. Okay thank you.
For the last two weeks, I've been traveling Europe. (My excitement over that would render it in all caps, but that's a little too obnoxious even for this extreme level of excitement. So keep that in mind.)
And as it's Saturday (IT IS SATURDAY) (sorry I'll stop yelling now), I shall provide you a recapitulation of a few marvelous adventures!
I've decided to organize them according to location, which works nicely because we left Ireland (our first destination) on Saturday, making it our first week. Perfect!
But before we get that far, I'm going to warn you: I have lots of good pictures from the week I got back from kamp and had a foot procedure, and as tomorrow is Thursday, I might do a throwback-thursday-saturday post and share some of that fun. Now you know.
On our drive from Dublin (where we landed) to Belfast (where we stayed), we stopped at Tolleymore Forest. It was positively enchanting.
This is Dunluce Castle, which is abandoned and in ruins and you can climb all over. Because of the considerable pain my feet were in, I took this picture then a nap. I love this because it is of a castle, a tiny town, and the sea. All in one picture! Lovely, isn't it?
The second picture is my dad and I as we were leaving. And the sun. And some rugby-playing Irish people. #local, yanno?
This is Kinbane Castle, which we visited on Thursday. It had a hike of stairs leading down to it. It's on a promontory jutting into the sea (see it? the grey thing in the middle where the rock meets the sea?). I wrote my name in charcoal on one one of the smaller structures.
After Kinbane we went to Cerrick-a-rede, which was similar except you crossed a rope bridge to get to the promontory. It was beautiful, exactly what you'd picture Ireland to look like.
We stopped for lunch in a tiny, adorable Irish town. The flags? Those are real decoration. They were really there; this is not made up. Why do we not string banners around towns in America? let's start doing that. Plan? Plan. Also, we passed a post office that had ice cream. Let me repeat that louder.
A POST OFFICE.
WITH ICE CREAM.
America, take notes for the second time. Ireland has managed to take a happy place and make it even happier. And they call Oreo ice cream "American Cookie," which I thought was funny.
There was also a fruiterer. I think that word speaks for itself.
After lunch we visited Giant's Causeway, where there are hundreds and thousands of rock columns in hexagon shapes that reach under the sea from Ireland to Scotland and no one knows why. It was beautiful. See my tiny feet?
We spent Friday in the city of Belfast shopping and la-dee-da (wow that does not read smoothly). This is a lovely and adorable lunch we ate (notice a trend of those two words?) at Avoca.
The next day, before returning to Dublin to catch our flight to Normandy, we went to St. George's market. It was very local and fun. And, true to form, lovely and adorable.
And there were more banners strung from the ceiling. Ireland really does it right.
There were also stalls of pastries, eggs, and an organic juice stand.
So with that, we conclude our week in Belfast. It is a lovely (and adorable ... no? too much?) city, which my older sister claims is far superior to the tourist-y Dublin. Please, if you get the chance, go.
Bye for now,
Charlie
Maddie
I'm both now, I've decided. Sorry if you're confused. Please don't have an identity crisis for me, I'm not worried about it. K? Swag.