I Need a Holiday

That’s the problem with holidays in Ireland - you need a few days at a health spa to get over your vacation. My liver needs some tender loving care, it has put in a heroic effort over the last few weeks, but enough is enough. There will be no drinking for a few days... maybe.

We had a great, but wildly hectic time, and details will be forthcoming when I get over the cold I brought back with me. In brief, the highlights are:

-Seeing Rory Gallagher's battered Stratocaster at the National Museum of Ireland in Collins Barracks .
-The Munster v Leinster rugby match in Thomond park (I got tickets!).
-My twenty year secondary school reunion.
-Getting on the guest list to The Hitchers annual reunion gig.
-A week in Kerry at our house, during which we discovered that our water connection was illegal (long story), and we rescued an injured peregrine falcon, one of only three known to be on the Dingle Peninsula (who knew the Kerry SPCA was so magnificently responsive). We topped it all off by celebrating Maya's 3rd birthday, and teaching Natasha the intricacies of forty five (an Irish card game).

Oh... I also had one of the best vegetarian meals I have ever had at the Azur restaurant in Limerick (the carnivores with me raved about the steak). In Limerick, I tell you. Limerick. A meal worthy of a top San Francisco restaurant. In Limerick!

Then there was the awful flight home. Cian became fully ambulatory over the holiday, and was bound and determined to walk, climb, and wiggle for the whole 14 hour journey. He did somewhat make up for this by entertaining us during our lay over at O'Hare by toodling around like a genial, 15 month old drunk, calling"Hallo" (actually it was more like "Haddo"), to all and sundry.