Our past two days in Norway have been much more relaxed than our time in Ireland. Since I have been here a bunch of times, I find that I do not have as much of a fire to go out and see things, not to mention it is sinfully expensive here.

On Saturday we had a slow morning which started at breakfast in the hotel. This was a first for Lindsey, as it had many traditional Norwegian foods like different fishes, many cheeses, and a big pile of liver available on the buffet. There, of course, was the normal goodies like eggs, bacon, bread and cereal. Lindsey did fall in love with the bread selection and raspberry jam. I think she would have no problems living here as long as she had a steady supply of fresh breads and butter.

It turns out that on Saturday the Oslo Marathon was taking place. This meant that most of the buses in the area were not working as they should due to delays or cancellations. We had planned to go to Vigeland Park and the Norwegian Folk Museum, but taking the bus was not a good option due too all of the detours. We ended up taking a taxi, which to put in perspective, cost $50 to go 8 miles. Vigeland Park is an interesting place that is not for the modest person (i.e. Lindsey). To put it lightly, it is a place that is fully of naked statues. By naked I mean NAKED, lots of dudes statues anatomically correct wrestling other dude statues. I, of course, am fully evolved and this did not bother me….sure that’s it.


Vigeland Park, when babies attack!


Vigeland Park


The monolith at Vigeland Park


Vigeland Park Fountain


Cool statue at Vigeland Park.

Given that the buses were all out of order, we decided to walk to the folk museum which was about a 45 minute walk up a big hill. The folk museum was cool. It a large area full of historical buildings that represent the architecture of Norway throughout the years. The most impressive part was the Stave Church. It was beautiful and had amazing wood work. While we were there, we went to the gift shop to have a look around. Lindsey had always heard of the Norwegian sweaters that they have here and that they would last you a life time. Turns out they had a few at the gift shop, only problem is that it cost $1000!


Stave Church


Stave Church


Norwegian Storehouse ca 1800

When we finished up at the folk museum we were going to head back to the hotel. We had some crazy idea that we would walk back to the hotel. According to my Google maps, this was showing to be 13k away and would take us 2.5 hours. The map was showing good walking paths, so we though this would be a good chance to enjoy the weather and get to see the sights. As we started our walk, we passed by one of the last guys finishing the marathon. He appeared to be the last runner, as he had his number on his shirt and was being escorted/followed by some marathon workers clearing the signs after he passed them. Lindsey and I just wanted to cheer him on, as he looked to be pushing himself pretty hard to get through the race.

For a while, our path led us by the fjords, which was a beautiful route to take. Unfortunately, once we got passed Lysaker, things started to take a turn for the worst. Our pretty walking path started to get confusing as we walked through the train station. We ended up taking a wrong turn and the GPS rerouted us to another path. This led to many other diversions, which added time/distance to our trip significantly.


Really? This was on a backroad in Oslo…can’t imagine what it taste like.

To make a very long story short, it ended up taking us almost 3 hours to get back to the hotel. It was a wonderful walk, and with Lindsey and I focusing much more on healthy things, it really fit our lifestyle. At the end of the day we had walked 20 miles, which just barely beat out our first day in Dublin. As we started to approach the city that our hotel is in, Sandvika, I thought back to that guy we saw in the last place of the marathon. I just wished someone would be sitting by the side of the road cheering us on and acknowledging our accomplishment.

On Sunday, we did not plan on too much and just wanted to enjoy our time together. We ended up getting on a train to Oslo to have a walk around the city and look at the bigger sites. It is a beautiful city, but unfortunately it was a bit rainy today which made us feel lazy. We had a chance to look at one of the cathedrals, the National Theater and the Royal Palace. We had just arrived at the royal palace for the changing of the guard. While not as elaborate as the one in London, it was still very impressive. We were planning on going to the Opera House, but our legs were tired and were we getting a bit too wet, so we decided to head back to the hotel.


Inside church in Oslo


Wood roof inside church in Oslo


Royal Palace in Oslo

We had a little rest in the hotel and went downstairs for some coffee. While downstairs, we ran into some of my coworkers who have arrived for our meetings. I was glad that Lindsey had a chance to meet the people I work with in my virtual team. We make up 10 different countries and somehow are able to work with each other. A few of us were able to go out to dinner tonight, which included a half Norwegian/UK, Chinese, and Polish guy. We were able to swap stories and try to keep the geek talk to a minimum for Lindsey’s sake.

Tomorrow I will bring Lindsey to the train station in the morning, so that she is able to make her way back home. It is a long day for her, but fortunately it is easier to go back and deal with the jet lag rather than coming to Europe. I know that she will be the most happy to see Jennifer again, even though we have talked with her on the computer most days, it is just not the same.

I will be staying in Norway until Saturday, sitting in all day long meetings the entire time. I do not suspect that I will do much blogging as we have some evening activities planned and honestly most of it will not be too much fun to talk about.

Thursday began a little slower than the previous days, as we both were a little worn out from the previous night of drinking. We also both had a tough time sleeping, as the hotel had a lot of persistent and annoying noises throughout the night. Lindsey woke up at 6am and happened to catch that her flight from Newark to Houston was cancelled for some random reason. She went ahead and woke me up to let me know (I was happy for this) and it turns out that the original flight was replaced with a different plane. She did not have an assigned seat anymore so we went ahead and fixed that for her. We both stayed up until about 7:30am and then fell asleep for another two hours before heading downstairs for breakfast.


Panoramic view of Kilkenny

After breakfast, we packed up our luggage and checked out of the hotel. We put all our gear into our car and went for a walk around Kilkenny. The plan was to walk around their market area and then go visit St Canices’ Church and round tower. The church dates back to 1128 and it the one of only two round towers left in existence in Ireland. The round tower is around eight stories tall and the top can only be reached by a series of very small wooden stairs inside of the tower. It was a challenge to maneuver the extremely small space while dealing with people going both up and down the stairs.

The view from the top of the tower was very impressive and gave the best view of the entire city. We were able to get a few pictures and enjoy the view before too many people came up to the top and made the space all too hard to move around. We made our way back to the church to have our self paced tour. The church was full of very old tombs and historical items dating back to the 1100s. We were rushed to get out of the church as it was closing early, which was helpful so that we could get a head start on our way to Powerscourt.


Lindsey outside of the church and tower.


The steps up the round tower, tight fit!


Inside the church.


Inside of the church

Our next destination was Powerscourt, which was more of a relaxation stop rather than a site seeing location. It was about an hour and half drive to the hotel, which unfortunately was not through too many back roads and stuck mostly to the bigger roads. I will say that I am getting much better at navigating Ireland. Driving on the “wrong side” of the road is becoming second nature to me. We knew that we were getting closer to the hotel by the influx of hills and mountains.

The Powerscourt hotel is by far one of the most elegant hotels I have been to in my life. When we arrived, the room was not fully ready for us. They were able to get my number, take our luggage to the room, and would call us when it was ready. We went ahead and had a bite to eat for a late lunch before the room was ready. The room itself was huge! It had three rooms: bathroom, closet room (it was the size of most large bathrooms) and a large bedroom. The bathroom had a huge tub, separate toilet and shower areas and a TV built into the mirror! It was by far my favorite room in the hotel. The bedroom had an amazing view overlooking the mountains. For convenience all of the lights and the air conditioner were controlled by a touch panel located on a touch panel on the night stand. The room even had a doorbell outside of the door!

We took it easy for a bit before heading out to the Powerscourt mansion and garden, which was only a short walk away. By the time we got to the gardens, we only had an hour before closing time. There were a bunch of small shops in the house, one of which had food and wine. We went ahead and purchased a bottle of wine, since it was much cheaper than getting it at the hotel. While time was tight, we had to move quick to get through all of the gardens. It was such a peaceful walk which I can just imagine that Laurie (Lindsey’s step mom) would fall in love with. Even with it being a bit of off season for the flowers, there was still plenty of beautiful roses of every color you can imagine.


Powerscourt Garden


Some hot guy with the central part of the garden behind him….hubba hubba!


Love all the gold accents on the metal railings, and Lindsey is kinda cool too.


Part of the Japanese Garden in Powerscourt.


This was a neighboring field next to the Powerscourt estate.


So many different flowers!


Look at all of the different color hydrangeas


Lindsey hates this picture so much, too bad I am in control ūüôā

After the garden we headed back to the hotel. We decided to order room service and just stick to the room. This was a great idea, as we really needed the relaxation and it allowed me to finish yesterdays blog. The dinner was great and the wine fit the meal perfectly. After dinner we went ahead and got all of our stuff packed up and ready to head out to the airport early in the morning.

When we woke up in the morning, we got moving right away. The trip to the airport took about an hour and our GPS lead us through a very tricky route. Fortunately, we were able to get to the airport without any huge delays and got through security with no problems. It was still early, which meant that most of the cafes were still serving breakfast. We got a some pastries, muffins and coffee and waited for the flight to start.

The trip to Oslo was short, only two hours, and was just enough time to watch a movie on my iPad, while Lindsey took a nap. When we arrived in Oslo, I made sure to explain how the airport, security and customs works for Lindsey, since she will be traveling back alone. This is actually the part that I am most worried about. While these things seem second nature to me, I am also much more used to traveling by myself. Fortunately, the airport is not very complicated. As long as she is able to make it to the correct train, she should have no problems.

We took the airport train to Sandvika, which is just outside of Oslo. The train took about an hour to get to Sandvika and then we needed to walk to the hotel. The easiest way to get to the hotel is by cutting through Norway’s largest shopping mall. Fortunately, I have made this trip so many times that I was able to navigate us through the mall and to the hotel without getting lost. After checking into the hotel, we went and grabbed some food from the only place nearby that has menus in English. I wanted to give Lindsey a chance to ease her way into Norway and the language barrier and I figured that this was best way to start.

We are now back in our room relaxing and watching some TV. Tomorrow we will head out to Oslo for some sightseeing, which should be a blast!

**Note: This is being posted today, Thursday, but it was the days activities from Wednesday that I started in draft form**

We started off today in Cork with an early wake up. We planned to drive to Ballycotton first thing in the morning, so that we would have plenty of time to do the cliff walk. It was about a two hour drive to Ballycotton, which was an experience. You see, when you get into the backwoods of Ireland, the roads go from a two lane road to a one lane road that is shared by all traffic. What this means is that there are winding, hilly roads that only one car can fit on with lots of corkscrew turns and blind hills. Needless to say this was a nerve racking drive, but it was also very fun not knowing what was around the corner. When we got to Ballycotton, we were both happy to be out of the car and to have successfully navigated to the cliffs properly.


Ballycotton Cliff walk (at the start)


Ballycotton Cliffs towards the start

The cliff walk itself is a trail that follows the coast through both improved trails and private farmland. Having a look from the starting point, it really does not look that far. From the start of the walk, we thought we could see the end of the trail. It turns out that what we were looking at was only the halfway point, which still left much more to go. This walk definitely brought my father out in me. Each time there was somewhat of a side path, I had to follow it to see where it would lead. We came up to one such side path which we found to lead to a very steep set of stairs. Lindsey, being the trooper that she is, only required a small amount of prodding to convince her to have a look. The stairs themselves were very small and took some dexterity to manage to get down. They lead all the way to the bottom of the cliff to the large rocks by the water. I could only get Lindsey to the bottom of the stairs, which left me to explore the rocks on my own. I was hoping to find some creatures in the tide pool, but I was not so lucky and it just allowed me some good pictures.


Ballycotton cliffs, this is the steps down to the bottom. Very steep!


Lindsey wanting to focus on stairs and not pictures.


Lindsey had gone far enough, waiting for me to finish playing.

We made our way back up to the top and found that this may not have been the best idea to use up precious energy this early in our trek. The weather looked like typical September weather in Ireland, overcast and with a fairly persistent wind. For much of our time at the cliffs, it looked like it could rain at any moment. This would really get old if I ever lived here because I would never want to go out to do anything with the fear of rain ruining the fun.


Ballycotton Cliffs, the furthest hill all the way in the back is almost to the end of the walk.


The cliffs in the back is “The Hump” where the heavy winds were.

We made our way up and down the hills and cliffs for what seemed like hours. During our time there, we only ran into a handful of people, which made this little adventure seem that much more exclusive (even though it is one of the top ten items on Trip Advisor). The main path eventually lead into some private farmlands. At each intersection there was a very small concrete walk way that we could only barely fit through. It is a great thing that Lindsey and I have both lost so much weight, as this would have been difficult to maneuver through without it. The paths themselves are dirt paths that have been well maintained and cleared of any plants. Throughout most of the walk, the pathways were flanked by either blackberry bushes or huge thorns that I swear were only put there to hurt Americans (I say this since I only saw Americans being hurt by them – mainly only me).


Lindsey showing how her tiny caboose fits through the “gates”

At about the half way point we found a very secluded rock covered beach that was just breathtaking. If felt like a secret place that only the locals knew about. I was expecting someone to be standing there kicking anyone out that did not have the last name of O’Malley. We were able to take some great pictures and I had a chance to play before we headed back onto the trail. As we made our way through the trail, we came to a spot that was more exposed to the elements than the rest of our walk. It was like a little peninsula that had a small rocky hill on top that the locals call “The Hump.” As we approached the hill, we found that this is where the two currents meet. It was by far the most windy place I have ever been in my life. It was much windier than any hurricane I have been in and I was having to lean forward just to keep from being pushed over. Lindsey could not stand the wind for long and swiftly made her way down the cliff and away from it all.


Pretty lady walking on the beach


Sitting on our secluded beach


Waves crashing in on the beach


Me in a cutout of the cliffs

Video: On the Hump. Very windy – sorry about the finger in the view, was just trying not to fall over.

After hurricane hill there was not much left to the walk as we found the path ending to a road. We read that you could take the road and it would lead you back to the starting place which would make for a 5.3k return trip. We choose to just backtrack through the trail, which brought our total distance walked to around 7 miles! Lindsey had her FitBit on, which also reported us going up 125 flights of stairs! We both agree that if we had attempted this a year ago before getting in such great shape, it would have been a miserable failure. On the return trip, we stepped up the pace to get a better burn on our aching calves. We knew we were about to be in the car for another two and a half hours to get to Kilkenny and wanted to enjoy the time sitting in the car.

By the time we got back to the car, we were spent, windblown and smelt of sweat and dirt. We found a bar not too far from the cliffs and dropped in for a bite to eat. While we were famished, we were too worn out to eat. Lindsey ended up getting a scone and coffee and I got a very good seafood soup. After lunch we got back on the road to head to Kilkenny.


Lunch in Ballycotton

The ride to Kilkenny was by far the best driving I have had in my life. The route followed the coast for much of the trip which lead us through winding hills that would crest to awe inspiring expansive views of the ocean. The Ireland drivers are all very polite and do not drive aggressively at all. It was a well orchestrated ballet of yielding and overtaking between the faster and slower cars. Even large trailers we very accommodating on sharing the roads with the faster traffic.

When we got to Kilkenny our legs were aching and stiff from the cliff walk. The hotel that we were staying at it was of the Bed and Breakfast variety with only 32 rooms to the facility. The rooms were large and had a very nice bathroom with a jacuzzi tub. The best part, the rooms do not have card keys and only used normal metal keys. This was much different than what I am use to, but it did provide a little more of a rustic and simpler feel to the hotel.

We got our luggage into the room and headed out for a walk. We did not plan to go far as we were already tired of walking and we wanted to get showered and ready for dinner. Since the hotel is next to Kilkenny castle we decided to stop by and take a look. The castle, at least what remains, is large and very midevil looking. We walked through the front gate, and while impressed with the architecture, both our jaws dropped when we saw the green field that was inside the walls. There is a large green area (about three football fields or 1,034 hot dog buns) that has a lake and some walking trails. All of this green space in nestled within the middle of the city and gave off a very distinct “Central Park” feel. After walking around the castle grounds, we went back to our hotel room to freshen up and get ready for dinner. We had made reservations to the restaurant in the hotel, which was a very nice place that served traditional Irish food. However, since our dinner was at 8pm, we had some time for a pint at the bar where some live music was playing at. The band was 2 men on guitars that played slow Irish songs, but it was the first time we heard actual Irish music in Ireland. Up until this point, all of the live bands we heard in Ireland, only played pop songs or very popular American songs which just does not have that Irish feel. In fact, many of the “authentic Irish restaurants” we went into were playing Miley Cyrus, Beyonce and One Direction. Kilkenny definitely had much better music than Dublin and Cork.


Kilkenny castle (about 600 hotdogs into the green area).


Us with Kilkenny castle in the background

After dinner, we went on the prowl for a place that had better music than our hotel bar. Lindsey really wanted to hear a female singer and after walking a few blocks with no such luck, we were just looking for anything. We turned down one of the smaller side streets and came to an open door with great music playing inside. The kicker is that the restaurant was called “Paris Texas” of all things. Inside were 2 men playing the acoustic guitar and an accordion. These guys were awesome! They played great songs and talked with the patrons. As the night went on and the drinks kept flowing, we were having a blast. Other guys came into the bar and just started to get on the mic and sing a few songs out of the blue. One of the guys had an amazing voice and brought his elderly father with him. His father looked to work in the hotel business, as he was manicured and in a well made suit. The flip side is that he was very drunk and very talkative. When he asked me what I did, his only response was, “Can you make me a computer that could put the sleeves on a mans jacket?” Really?!? How the heck do you respond to a question like that?


The band at Paris Texas bar

Video: The guy with the spoons just walked in and started to sing and play the spoons!

It was just before midnight when the music was over. We gave the guys a generous tip and made our way back to the hotel. The walk back was full of laughs, but nothing could be more amusing to two inebriated people than when we got to our hotel. It turns out that the front door of the hotel was locked and we did not have a key to get in. We went around back and found that the parking lot gate was also locked. Now we could not stop laughing because it felt like we were back at our parents houses and were breaking curfew. I discovered that the front door had a door bell on it which after ringing it and waiting a few minutes it opened to an apologizing employee. We got up to the room and set an alarm that would not be too early, but would get us up in time for the breakfast downstairs.


Goodnight Kilkenny Castle!

The days update will be delayed a little bit as we are a little too drunk tonight to recount the day effectively.

I will say that today has been one of the best days yet and I thank The Lord every day that Suzanne and Doug made such a wonderful woman that I have married.

What a day! ¬†We both woke up later than we have the past two days which allowed us to be fresh for the day. ¬†We checked out of the hotel in Dublin and began our journey to Cork. ¬†The ride through Dublin was challenging to say the least. ¬†All of the street signs are posted on the sides of the building in size 2 font. ¬†So far there has not been a single time that I have gotten to an intersection where is said “take a left at Billy O’Malley Jameson Street,” and I could actually see that I was at the correct intersection. ¬†While on the subject of directions, this metric system over here is a pain in the butt. ¬†When driving and it says, “take a left in 400 meters,” I have no instinctual understanding of how far that actually is. ¬†They might as well be saying, “turn in 200 hotdog buns” as it is just as effective in my brain.

Once we got out of the city I was really able to bring Zippy, the affectionate name that I have given our car, up to speed.  You see,  Zippy is a special car, with special characteristics.  Zippy wants so badly to be a standard and not an automatic.  In fact, short of carrying around a bag of bricks to put behind the wheels, I still have no idea how to properly park the poor girl.  My only options when driving is:

  • A – Automatic
  • N – Neutral
  • R – Reverse

That is it!  It is also not possible to crank the engine without pushing down the brake, which always make me think that the battery is dead each time we get in the car.  I also have no idea who makes Zippy.  The car has a lightning bolt on the steering wheel which lends you to think she has a cool name like Zeus or Zoom, however five minutes behind the wheel throws that out the window.  Like I said, Zippy wants to be a standard and she really fights to get out of her first gears on her own.  Driving her is like waking up a 14 year boy for school.  She is grumpy and groans, but eventually gets going after some work.

Zues? Lightning?  Nope, Zippy!

Zues? Lightning? Nope, Zippy!

The rest of the trip from Dublin to Cork was wonderful.  It was overcast for much of the time, however as we got about an hour outside of Cork, the sun came out and we were able to really enjoy the rolling hills and the countryside.  Once we got into the Cork area Lindsey resumed her back seat driver behavior.  She has no tolerance for round abouts and large two story buses that take over the entire road.  Fortunately it is not a long distance from the highway to our hotel in Cork, it just meant that we had to get a cold beer in Lindsey to get her to calm down and get her heart to beat at a normal rate.

Post drive beer and lunch.

Post drive beer and lunch.

When we got to the hotel, they had not gotten the room ready for us yet.  I had asked for a room on the upper floors as I had read that the views of the city from the hotel are great and worth asking for.  The front desk offered to bring our luggage to the room once it was ready so that we could have a walk around or a drink while we waited.  We decided to head to the bar for a drink and a bite of food.  I did not want something heavy like a Guinness and Lindsey chose a Heineken which sounded light and was a delightful choice.  We both had a beer, she had an angus beef sandwich and I had a crab sandwich.  Our lunches hit the spot and when we were done we were able to head straight to our room and our waiting luggage.  The room is amazing, a large room with one wall as a ceiling to floor size window overlooking the river and the city.  This is by far one of the best hotel views I have had in my life (hopefully it will not be the last on this trip).

Sitting pretty.

Sitting pretty.

View from Cork hotel.

View from Cork hotel.

We left the hotel for a walk around the city. ¬†There¬†were only a handful of places that we wanted to see in Cork, but we did want to just have a walk around. ¬†It is awesome that Lindsey and I are married to each other because we vacation the same. ¬†We do not try to see everything and find walking around and watching people is just as enjoyable. ¬†We ended up going to the Shandon¬†clock tower and St Anne’s church. ¬†Getting here involved a long walk up a bunch of steps. ¬†This made the cute little cafe at the top a perfect spot for a break and two milkshakes.

Cork, such colors!

Cork, such colors!

Shandon Clock tower.

Shandon Clock tower.


Shandon Tower


Cathedral of St. Mary and St. Anne

We just kept following street after street chasing the next cool thing to look at.  I ended up seeing a cool-looking church on the top of a silly tall hill and we were off!  We trekked all the way up the hill, took some pictures of the church and headed back down.  It was already starting to get a bit warm, and scaling hills and walking miles was not helping.  By the time we got to the bottom I was getting some texts from work concerning an issue that was going on which had us heading back towards the hotel.


Pretty view from the top of the hill.


St. Vincent’s Church, top of a big ol’ hill!

I was able to get to my computer and have a look at the problem while Lindsey took a short unplanned nap. After work was done and naps had been taken, we got up and had a shower to get ready for dinner. The place that we had originally planned to go to ended up being closed this week which meant that we have to have a look around the area without our safety blanket of Yelp (such a good resource to find good places). We ended up going to the place right next to our original choice, a classical Irish restaurant called 14A. They had a 3 course special which we took advantage of. The starters were great, but unfortunately the main dishes were nothing to blow our socks off with. After dinner we returned to the hotel for a little bit of sleep medicine (a Guinness for me and a Rose [insert ‘e’ with apostrophe above that I am too lazy to find the ASCII version of]).

After our drinks we are going to head to bed for a early wakeup call in the morning. We want to get a head start on our “off the beaten path” adventure to visit the Ballycotton Cliffs, a location that has been the top of Lindsey’s places to visit since we started to plan this Ireland adventure. The cliffs are in a very small town on the coast, which has been very difficult to get a GPS to locate. The internet seems to only provide backwoods directions, “take the road left when you see a dog that responds to the name Muffin.” Hopefully we will be able to ask for directions when we get closer.

We plan to play on our nature walk and have a look at this small fishing town. Once we have our fill, we will head to Kilkenny. Also, sorry about the different picture sizes. I uploaded some from my computer rather than my phone and the app formats them differently. Tonight, like Zippy, I just don’t have it in me to fix it.


Dinner, Salmon for me and chicken breast for the lady. Her chicken was the size of a small dog.


Seems like every day!

Today’s letter of the day is ‘W’ for walking! The day started off early for Lindsey as she is still working on this jet lag business. She woke up at 4am and decided to head down to the gym and work out for a few hours. I made it till 6am, which puts me in a good position to be more acclimated to the time change. ¬†We will see how well those words work for me.

We took advantage of the wonderful (free) breakfast at the hotel. Lindsey even put two things on her plate that she had no idea what they were! Of course she only smelled it and then it became mine. I have no idea what it actually was, only that it was delicious. I also had my first plate of Irish eggs and beans, which is a great combination for the morning.

The tour buses did not start up till 9am, so we went back to the room to straighten up the disaster of our luggage. We split up our clothes for the plane ride over just on the off chance that one of our sets of luggage did not make it all the way to Ireland. It is going to be a challenge to deal with the luggage, given that after today we will not be in the same place for more than one day until we get to Norway. This means a lot of pulling everything out and putting it back in for the rest of our Ireland journey. Fortunately, Lindsey is a wizard at folding clothes which keeps everything very neat.

We made a “plan” on what to see for the day, which was as basic as it could be. Out of twenty four stops on the tour bus we wanted to explore two of them. We decided to first go to St. Patricks Cathedral which was just a few stops further from where we get onto the bus. This church was amazing! A large very old church full of history. ¬†They had a guided tour but I was honestly not in the mood to listen to someone talk about it all, so we just walked around looking at all the wonderful history. The church is full of old tombs and plaques that illustrate how long it has stood. The stained glass was amazing, although it was tough to get suitable pictures of them without the light washing it all out.

St Patrick's Catherdral

St Patrick’s Catherdral

St Patrick's Cathedral

Inside St Patrick’s Cathedral

After the church Lindsey’s, 4am early wake up was starting to catch up to her. Since we were not all that far from the hotel, we decided to walk back and get a nap in before lunch. As with our sleep cycle, our eating cycle is a bit off as well. We decided to have some lunch after our nap which ended up lasting until 2pm. By the time we got up and moving, we decided that having lunch this late was not practical. We made a reservation at a restaurant called Boxty Houst, in the Temple Bar area, and went off on the search for a bakery for an afternoon snack and coffee. We ended up a an delightful French bakery and had some tarts and coffee that filled us up all too much.

Grafton Street

Grafton Street

Le Petite Parisien (yummy tarts!)

Le Petite Parisien (yummy tarts!)

We decided to walk around the area and just see which each street leads us to. We ran into some wonderful churches, the Dublin Castle, Trinity College, the Temple Bar area, and lots of drunk people. When it was time for our reservation we had already walked 12 miles for the day!  As mentioned we went to a Boxty restaurant for dinner at the suggestion of my brother (I think he would hurt me if I passed on the opportunity). Boxty is a classic Ireland meal that is basically some form of meat inside of a potato pancake covered in a delicious gravy. Let me tell you it was amazing!  We were still pretty full from our snack, so the idea of a big meal was not fully appetizing. However, the meal was surprisingly light.  I got a beef Boxty and Lindsey had the chicken, both which came out minutes after ordering. There was some pickled cabbage side, which neither of us was too interested in. While eating, we had a nice conversation with two ladies from Wisconsin. They were here on a two week tour of Ireland and were, like us, heading out of Dublin tomorrow.

Dublin Castle

Dublin Castle


Dublin Castle (the faces freaked Lindsey out!)


Boxty Dinner, so good!

After dinner we were pretty spent and headed back to the hotel to relax a bit. We are now sitting at the bar working through the first of our free drink coupons, me with a Guinness and Lindsey with Prosecco (some girly wine thing). We will make our plan for tomorrow which will start with driving three hours in Ireland to Cork. Honestly, after walking around Dublin for the past two days, getting on the road with these crazy people scares the dickens out of us.  Lindsey started this trip assuming that she would drive everywhere and now I have been promoted to head driver and risk taker extraordinaire. I am sure that once we get out of the Dublin area and into the country, everything will be fine. It just getting past that first step that will be the fun part.


Oh Boy, did I try to get Lindsey to motorboat those bad boys!


Really?!? Texan BBQ in Ireland? Let’s not fool ourselves.


Thought of Ryan the moment I saw this!

Zombies!  This is honestly how I think people thought of us when they saw us walking around today. With little sleep and no room to go back to we were for sure struggling to stay awake. There is a nice Hop-on-hop-off bus tour that goes around the city that we were looking at doing which the room delay gave us a good opportunity to take advantage of.  It took a bit of a hike to get to one of the pickup spots, but we were able to find it and off we went on a twenty four stop tour. 

Saint Stephan's Square

Saint Stephan’s Square

The good thing about our “zombie” tour is that it allowed us some time to see which sites we want to go back and visit on Monday. It also saddened us to think that we can not just eat at bakeries all day; there are so many choices and so little time.   We did stop for a tour of Kilmainham Gaol (Gaol is pronounced Jail). This is a very old jail that has a pretty unsavory past, it really does help illustrate how terrible the Irish history actually is.  It is strange to be leaning against a wall to have the tour guide turn to you and say, “and right here is where five people were executed by firing squad”.  The principal reason of coming here is because it was the filming location of one of my favorite movies, “In the Name of the Father”, a must watch if you have no seen it.





By the time we got back on the bus we were dead tired.  I was falling asleep sitting up, and we were both very hungry. We just had to get through 10 more stops before we got back to where we started to get back to the hotel. We both all but leaped into bed for a “short” nap. I got about two hour of solid rest, while Lindsey knocked out four hours. We will plan to take some sleeping medicine tonight so that we can try to beat out the jet lag and get on the proper schedule tomorrow. We are in Dublin for another full day before heading to Cork on Tuesday. 

After waking up and showering off traveling we went to a quaint cafe called Green Nineteen for dinner. Lindsey was brave and got a chicken dinner that had ingredients that she did not fully recognize. I got the fish and chips which helps me to knock off another box in my Ireland Food bingo game. Our meals were both wonderful and dessert was fantastic.


We are now back at the hotel taking advantage of some of our free drink coupons.  Lindsey got some wine and I was trying to be manly and got some whiskey drink which came out looking like some sex on the beach disaster. I told Lindsey that  if I got one more of those and I would start to menstruate.  I went with a much more manly Guiness for my second round, my man card was returned with the bill. 



We plan on getting up tomorrow and checking out some of the old churches and castles. Of course we will follow our laid back vacation attitude of not needing to see and do anything. There is just as much value of getting a good vacation naps compared to seeing some 400 year old building ūüôā









We made it!! The flight was long and as terribly uncomfortably as it could be. Lindsey got about three hours of sleep and I got about two, my shoulder was killing me but the Lunesta I took at least made me care less about the pain.

Getting through customs was a breeze then on to the biggest challenge, driving. We rented an automatic which is not the norm for around here. Driving on the left side is an experience, more so driving on the left side when there is no visibility is frightening. We made it to the hotel without too much hassle, only problem was that it is 8:30am and they have no rooms ready.

We will go ahead and start our day without the room and regroup for lunch and a nap during the afternoon.


Well we are now officially on the way towards a much needed vacation! The morning started early for me. I managed to turn on my side enough for my shoulder pain to wake me up. Once I was up there was no shutting off my brain, so 4:30am became my wake up time. This will make for a fun day if there is no sleep on the plane.

As if the grandparents were not doing enough, Lindsey’s mother is watching Baxter while we are gone. We dropped him off this morning. He always knows something is going down when he sees the luggage out. I don’t think he was expecting to see both of us leave. I am sure by now he has already jumped in the pool!  So much for that bath he got before we left. He is in good hands though and I a sure that he will enjoy himself. 

My loving mother brought us to the airport this morning which is a huge help as well. Just like going to movies I am very anal practical when it comes to arriving on time. For making flights on time this “practical” nature runs in overdrive. My loving bride is the opposite of this. If she could have her way should would walk around the airport until the plane door is closing and pull some wicked Indy Anna Jones dive roll through the closing door.  She is just cool like that. 

The ride from Houston to Newark was uneventful, Lindsey and I watched movies and I got to enjoy the wonderful Tapas snack box. Surprisingly enough the tapas snack box really is the best of all the snack boxes. It has some fairly healthy items and who can turn down olives on a flight?

We arrived in Newark with the same weather that we left in Houston, rainy. I am not sure if this is just to get us into the “September in Ireland” spirit, but we could care less. If it just means that we sit around in cafés drinking coffee all day then we are good with that.

We are about to get on the flight to Dublin, but had to stop and get one more drink before sitting for 7 hours. Be safe everyone!


Mexican food! Oh, wait…..I mean Jennifer! Tonight we packed Jennifer up and went for to a great Mexican food place for dinner. She will be spending the next few days with her Granna and Paw Paw which she is very excited for. We finished off the evening with a wonderful ice cream treat and Lindsey and I headed back home to finish the dreaded packing.


While I am not sure if she recognizes it, this trip will be the longest Lindsey has been away from Jennifer in her entire life. For me, this is nothing new. While it is no fun being away thankfully technology has it’s miracles that help close the gap.

It does help that when we told Jennifer that Mommy and Daddy were going on a trip without her she was much more excited at the promise of having slumber parties at all of the grandparents houses. On the downside Lindsey is going to have a much tougher time getting Jennifer back into our routine after a week and a bit of being spoiled by grandparents.