It's Me, Sara Louise

(This post rounds out and finishes up my trip to Dublin in May. In case you missed how it all started, check out Day 1, Day 2, Day 3 Part 1 & Part 2)

++ The Husband got a fish pedicure (see above). I think this was day six. Mrs. London and I dropped him off in St. Stephen’s Green shopping centre and were able to shop huff and puff free for thirty minutes. He loved it so much that he asked if we could get a fish tank at home. I told him that I don’t think it works like that.

++ Mrs. London was supposed to fly home on the Sunday (day 4) with the other player’s wives but was having such a good time soaking up the glorious sunshine, she decided to stay until Wednesday. Of course it rained on Monday, but that’s Irish weather for you.

++ Since the Sunday was epic in the history of Irish weather (sunny and 19°C in Dublin actually feels like 29°C in Provence) we spent the day in Claire’s back garden. The boys (The Husband, Gatz, Mr. London, and Nephew) were tossing around a rugby ball until we shooed them out onto the field in front of the house prompting Niece to say, “gardens are not for playing rugby, they are for drinking wine.” Wiser words have never been spoken. P.S. she’s eleven.

++ Little Niece asked if Mrs. London was a pop star which was pretty much the cutest thing ever. For the record, nobody has ever asked me if I was a pop star.

++ Since Mrs. London was sticking around for a few extra days, I brought her to my old haunt, La Cave because heaven forbid we go a few days without a glass of Provençal Rosé. (Sidebar about La Cave… it’s where I brought The Husband on our first date. Since he was new to Dublin he asked me to pick the place and I chose La Cave because it’s where I’m comfortable, not because it’s French which is probably what he thought. When I realized that, I felt like an idiot.)

++ Besides La Cave, I always pop into The Octagon Bar when I’m back in Dublin for a cocktail. If you find yourself there, try the Chili Mojito, it’s a revelation.

++ Ireland has been in a recession since 2008, but every time I go back there, I’m like, “what recession?!“. The shops are always crowded and the restaurants fully booked. On the Friday (day 2) we were going out to dinner and were turned away from four restaurants before getting a table at The Green Hen which we only got because a booking didn’t show up. It worked out well though because The Green Hen was delicious… but French. So that means while I was in Dublin, not only did I hang out at a French wine bar, I ate at a French restaurant. Clearly there is something wrong with me #Frenchified.