It's Me, Sara Louise

Do you hear what I hear? It’s the magical sound of espresso beans whirling around machines in Dublin Starbucks as they await my arrival. And if you listen really closely, you’ll also here the cocktail shakers being chilled in preparation for my martinis at the Octagon Bar (Bonjour Bono… make ready my bar stool).

Tomorrow we are off to Dublin to spend nine glorious days surrounded by English speakers where I can let my brain get all lazy as I turn off my internal translator. And as for speaking English, well I don’t plan on shutting up at all. I’m going to talk, talk, talk. Plus I’ll be aided by copious amounts of Gingerbread Lattes to help me on my chatterbox quest (Christmas in a cup… yum!). I’m sure for my family Christmas 2010 will forever be remembered as, ‘that Christmas where Sara never shut up.’ How very lucky for them.

Today I’m packing the suitcases, making the rounds to Le Villagers dropping off Rice Krispie Treats (this Christmas, I’m giving a taste of America), and saying au revoir to Le Petit Village…

Because soon I’ll be saying bonjour to Dublin…