April 27, 2015: Before we left, my sister was at the Nordstrom bar enjoying a glass of wine while waiting for the restaurant to open. As she sat there, a woman briskly strode in, ordered a shot of Absolut Vodka, and slammed it down. Without missing a beat, my sister glanced over at her and says, “trying on swimsuits today?” That, my friends, is why this week is going to be such a hoot. Watch out, Ireland, here we come …
Day 1: I am in love with Ireland. The country is blanketed with a shade of green I have never, ever seen. Stone walls crisscrossing the countryside. Narrow country roads with a speed limit of 100 km per hour, with a whisper of space between the stone wall on your left and oncoming Kamakazi vehicles on your right. The coast! Oh, the coast. Guinness. Jameson. It’s either “feck” or “fook” depending on how far south you are. I am crazy about Irish men, whether they are twenty, seventy, or anywhere in between. I may never come home.
