I have quite the adventure brewing. In less than a month I will be taking an international trip to London, with a side – solo – trip to Ireland. I keep thinking how I should be feeling anxious and/or frightened to be all alone in a country I’ve only read about for 48 hours ~ yet all I feel is elated. I love my friends and husband but I tend to fall under the category of a ‘people pleaser’ and I have come to terms that I am unable to go to museums with anyone because I tend to feel rushed even though my companions are all too nice and patient with my pace. I don’t like having anyone wait on or for me. Especially if these are places of history with plaques and pictures and artifacts awaiting my appraisal.
Back to Dublin…
I am now hoping you can see why I am atingle with the idea that I can go and peruse the Trinity Library in such a leisurely manner that will only suit me. That I will venture through the National Museum and Gallery of Ireland at such a snail pace I might, myself, be mistaken for a modern sculpture.
Where do you want to eat?
I don’t know.
Well what kind of food do you feel like?
Let’s ask around.
But I’m hungry now.
Okay, let’s look in our travel book real quick.
Okay, but I only want to eat….
No. None of that.
I plan to dine at a fine establishment such as Bear or The Chop House where I will order an obscenely expensive and obnoxious meal such as a porterhouse or something I’ve never had before like lambs belly with sweet breads. I will retire to a lovely hotel near Temple Bar and listen to the nightlife as I fall fast asleep, dreaming only of castles, dragons and strong, handsome celtic warriors.
Upon awakening I look forward to a delightful legendary Irish breakfast at Slattery’s where I will dutifully try black pudding with my eggs and sausage. I will then walk on over to a bookstore that only harbors rare and first editions, Cathach Books, where I will lose myself completely for who knows how long. Fingers crossed I will find a rare and/or first edition book in my price range. I will follow this up with a jaunt through the Dublin Castle and make my way to Malahide where I will wait in a pub on the rocky coast of Ireland – for my husband to arrive. He’ll drink a Guinness (or two or three) and then we’ll make our way to the Malahide Castle and then fly promptly to Manchester where we will get to partake in a wedding celebration for a dear, dear friend.
I can change my mind on any of this. After all, it’s only me I need to please…
Happy travels friends.