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... said I could probably find one online,
since coming back in a week wasn’t feasible. As we left the college, we
saw my mom on Grafton Street and she joined us as we walked down to see
Christ Church Cathedral. We had spent a lot of time at Trinity College
and would need to get back soon, but we wanted to at least see the
cathedral from the outside. It’s a truly gorgeous building and worth
the walk ...
... the owner hired a Japanese landscaper to improve the studs appearance and this garden has been maintained to this day. We saw mares with young foals, the stallions and a few old timers who had earned a quiet retirement. One of these old fellows was Vintage Crop the first Irish horse to win the Melbourne Cup. He is now a very old 27 years, but still fairly healthy. Later we walked thru the Japanese garden which was quite beautiful. We then retraced our ...
... is an amazing time to spend out and it has a great atmosphere but I would recommend being aware of what you're getting into before you go because if you have no idea about what you're getting into you're heading into a situation with your eyes closed. I had a lovely day and spent it with my international friends but I think I should have headed into the situation better prepared.
Until next time, Slan Duit
... It is an acquired taste and a first time experience for Dolly.
On the Friday morning I am pleased to report that the Spanish Sun did appear, and followed us around Ireland for most of the week, taking the temperatures up to a balmy 12C - but the sun was shining and everybody was smiling and pleased that "winter is over". The people are so very friendly and appear genuinely happy to see visitors and are only too pleased to spend time talking to you - they must all ...
... is a higher power: with a run to the sea. It was easy to find the ocean and I felt that I was well dressed for the part of "girl running."
Everything was going smoothly and cinematically in spite of being passed several times by runners in bright yellow vests who always seemed to time their expellations of hearty globules of spit to right as they passed me.
On the way home, retracing the sea path, I cleared my throat briefly when the man ...