Went on a great, two week vacation to Paris, London and Ireland recently. We had a great time and each place was different and offered it's own charms. Paris is Paris - we stayed in a flat (actually a converted old workshop in the middle of the block across from St. Severin's in the Latin Quarter) and saw all the sites and had a blast. London was a relatively quick two-days where we were based out of a flat near King's Cross station. We then took the train to Holyhead in Wales and took the ferry to Dublin.
Dublin was fun and then we went to Carlow where our girls did some Irish Step Dancing with a local instructor and some of their fellow dancers from their studio here in Rhode Island (that was actually the main impetus for the trip). My folks also met us there and we had fun around Carlow and a day trip to Kilkenny.
After that, we went our own way down thru Tipperary and Cork to Kenmare, the Ring of Kerry and then Dingle and the Penninsula. Then it was off to Kilrush where my wee bit o' Irish is from (the Purtell family). It was there that I talked with the owner of our B & B a bit and the subject of Irish and immigrants (Polish, mostly) on the dole came up. According to her, the first wave of immigrants worked hard, the second not as much and the third is just coming over to be on the dole. Sounds familiar.
After that we went to Kilkee and walked along the cliffs there (awesome) then headed up to the Burren and the Alwee Caves. We wrapped up the trip eating pizza in Shannon and flew home. 16 days seemed too short.
Tuesday, June 24, 2014
My sister Jana had a brain tumor a couple years ago and blogged about it. Well, it came back and she has had a second brain surgery - and she's blogging about it again. I was always a little afraid of her even though she's two years younger than me; I worried she could kick my ass. I still think she could...and she can definitely kick tumor ass, too.