My post recapping January 2016, our fourth month in Dublin, was a doozy. It made me realize just how much we manage to pack into the weeks we have here. The other day Alan and I were talking about our future and we were wondering if a quiet, seaside town would be a good place for us but we realized it had some drawbacks in that we couldn’t do as much as we are now. Then again, the amount of activities we are doing these days is very out of character for us, so maybe after two months of a constant g0-go-go pace we’ll be ready again for the quiet life.
In the meantime, February was anything but quiet. Strangely though, I don’t have a lot of pictures to show for it and writing this summary feels like it was a bit boring. But it wasn’t, I assure you. It flew by. So, what did we do?
- Alan continued his fiddle lessons. He can now play seven songs. The big surprise is that he doesn’t suck. I mean, he won’t be playing for live audiences anytime soon, but we had both anticipated it being much worse on my ears when he’s practicing at home. I’m happy to report it’s not bad at all.
- We attended our first Irish Whiskey Society event for a Powers Whiskey tasting. It was interesting and informative, and we greatly enjoyed having it at the site of the original Powers distillery. More about that in future posts.
- We celebrated our 21st Valentine’s Day together.
- Two days later, we celebrated our 14th wedding anniversary.
- We did both during a five night trip to Venice, where we both came down with a terrible cold. I’m still trying to get better. (And yes, I’ve been terrible about blogging that trip as well since it was a rough week.)
- We went back to The Bleeding Horse, the pub where we watched our first Rugby World Cup 2015 match featuring Ireland v Italy for the first match of the Six Nations tournament featuring Ireland v France. Heartbreakingly, we tied.
- Alan went on a hike of Howth Head with some co-workers. This is the second time he’s gone on a hiking trip with them, but this one is significant because of the rules and regulations surrounding the activity. No fancy foods were allowed. There were specifications given on bread and meat choices. No fancy hiking gear was allowed. Alan ended up slapping a piece of ham in between two pieces of plain white bread and refilling a water bottle with water from the tap, fulfilling his promise not to do it all up like a hipster. When they finished the hike, I took the DART train up to meet them and we found a beautiful pub to watch the Ireland v England rugby game. This is the same night I innocently fell off the curb and face planted in front of his co-workers, proving how graceful I am not.
- We braved Temple Bar on a Friday night just to see if we could. The crowd at The Auld Dubliner was The Worst but we had a good time at The Norseman where we watched the stag & hen parties filter out onto the sidewalks in all their dirty, drunken glory.