(Christ Church Cathedral, Dublin, Ireland)
Hello my lovelies! The rest of my first day in Dublin was a bit "dodgy"...I wasn't aware how jet lag makes you a crazy hormonal lady. I took a bit of a tiger snooze at my hostel before I went to dinner for the night, and I awoke (as my grandmother says) "feeling like a new man."
Doors are wicked cool. Such detailed entryways everywhere.
Christ Church Cathedral...if you didn't feel like you were in a holy place before...take a look at the sun beaming through this stained glass window ala Indiana Jones: Raiders of the Lost Ark (this picture hardly does justice to the real thing.)
This is the view out of my hostel window....yes, I had a window. I had lots 'o' sunlight on the first day, but I was not so lucky the second.
(I heart trees and history)
There's that old wacky funster, Dean Swift. His manservant is the only one of the non-scholars that has his own plaque in the cathedral...that's how eccentric and needy this guy was. No one knows a lot about Swift's personal life because this guy was so good at his job.
It's true though, you never look stupid fighting cancer. Here's to all of the patients and survivors who never look stupid.
This is where all of the market bosses gathered in the morning to discuss prices for their goods that particular day.
hankfully, there are so many amazing buildings all over Europe. I hope that I never get jaded and think "ugh, another cathedral."
Missoni is one of my favorite fashion dynasties. Like Versace and a number of other fashion houses, the family is very involved in maintaining the family business and preserving it's place in the world of garments.
On Friday night, David and Brigid took me to the "Scottish Whole Foods" to select our dinner menu. This is a snapshot of signature David behavior. Grocery shopping and checkout is a game to be won. It is won by proper placement of items in sacks and weight distribution. He should not be bothered or helped in this flurry of neuroses. We all have our freak flags to wave, and his whipped wildly in the wind coming from the automatic sliding doors. Brigid and I had a good time as spectators.
On Sunday, I board a train to Bristol, UK. I'm going to visit Eudaemone, Pete, Nea, Elesion, and Epiphany Jervis Battilega. My other family. I used to babysit for Ondinea and Eleison when they were 8 and 1, respectively. I continued to nanny for them for years...and now they are 17, 10, and 3 (or something like that)! I cannot wait to spend quality giggle time with them.
After Bristol I visit London for a few days, and then I take the Chunnel to PARIS!! Thanks for tuning in to Euro Hobo 2012. I love reading your comments, they warm my heart that you are taking time to read this. I love sharing my journey with all of you and being a vessel for y'all to live vicariously through me!