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Berlin 2012

For Mick's birthday this year I decided it was time to take a trip! We had been talking about going to Berlin for a few years now. When Jessica visited last September we were determined to take her up on her offer to be our host for a weekend.

Day 1 - Thursday June 19

We arrived to Schönefeld at around noon on Thursday, bought an all day metro pass and hopped in the S-Bahn into the city centre. Following the directions Jess gave us we headed to her house where she met us briefly during her work break. Unfortunately by the time we had dropped our bags it was raining quite hard outside. This was  little disconcerting as previous weather reports were reporting temperatures 20º+ c (70º+ Fahrenheit). We waited out the rain and then headed into the heart of Berlin.
All I remembered from my previous visit to Berlin, 11 years ago, was that there was a big square called Alexanderplatz so I suggested we head there. On our way there I read Lonely Planet's description of the square: 

"Noisy, hectic and chaotic. Alexanderplatz is not the kind of square that invites lingering...oddly cluttered, soulless square that's all concrete and no trees..."

 

This didn't exactly sound like the first glimpse of Berlin that I was hoping for. So we got off the U-bahn a bit early, in an industrial looking area and started walking. Before long we ended up in a big concrete, soulless square. Alexanderplatz. It wasn't all bad, as it is near to several of the sites we were looking for. At this point we thought it best to get a Hop-on Hop-off tour bus around the city to get our bearings. We thought a two day bus pass would be good as there was live tour guide on board. The first day we'd drive around the West side of the city and the second day would go to the East. We actually purchased the tour quite late in the day so we decided it would be best to just do the entire 2-hour tour without getting off and we could explore more on foot over the next few days.
We drove by a lot of the top sites including; Potsdamer Platz, Checkpoint Charlie, Brandenburger Tor (Gate) and the Reichstag to name a few. However, we weren't very impressed with the tour guide, no enthusiasm, no real history, just naming out buildings as we drove by. So we hopped off at Brandenburger Tor and went for a little walkabout. To avoid the rain, we popped into the DZ Bank, which is a very plain looking building on the outside, but once inside you're standing in an interior designed by Frank Gehry (same Architect who did the EMP in Seattle) which was amazing. Both myself and Mick were incredibly impressed and I think we finally realized we were in for a good trip to Berlin. 

After another short tour on the bus we headed back to the Apartment to meet up with Jess and Norbert for Dinner. By the way, they're apartment is fantastic. It's an older building, you heading up 3 flights of stairs which are framed with stained glass windows, they're apartment has high ceilings, wooden floors and an adorable balcony. Jess has a great eye for design and it showed. 

For dinner we headed to a Persian restaurant where we all ate for €3.50 each and then on for a few beers. 

Day 2 - Friday June 20

We woke up later than planned (my alarm didn't go off) to more rain. Mick had a bit of work to do, so I played with the cat (that Jess was kitty sitting) while we waited out the rain. We headed into town and immediately got lost, but we discovered may sites along the way. There is a lot of construction going on in Berlin so many of the streets we headed for were closed off and we had to detour around. Eventually, after walking circles around it, we found the German History museum. We headed in and were greeted by free entry (not sure why but they wouldn't take our money when we tried!) We walked straight through to a red carpet and a big hall, from here we found several more rooms with small exhibitions and other pay exhibitions. We were thoroughly confused, as we had a pamphlet in our hands showing artifacts from German history back to 500bc. Annoyed we headed to leave, but as we were going we saw a stair case with the numbers 500-1939 written above them and we figured we'd give it another look. We were glad we did, apparently we had missed the museum entrance entirely. We spent the next 2.5 hours going through the museum right up to modern days. I was pleasantly surprised when I turned a corner and found one of my favorite (most studied) paintings, Hieronymus Bosch's The Garden of Earthly Delights. Another item that caught my attention was the Malleus Maleficarum also known as the Witchhammer.

After the museum we headed for some lunch, Lonely Planet recommended a pizza place around the corner, but when we got there their pizza oven was closed so we settled for pasta, which did the trick. We then headed to the Holocaust Memorial which consists of 2,711 stone slabs where we had more fun than we felt we should have. After our fun was over we went through the memorial reading letters and stories from people who were murdered. Very sad but striking memorial.

We then headed around the corner to Potsdamer Platz which is the newest square in Berlin. It homes the impressive sony centre with a several other modern buildings. We decided it should be viewed from above as well as form within so we headed across the street to Panoramapunkt and took Europe's Fastest Elevator to the top were as expected we had a great view of the city.

We were hungry! I met up with Jess and Norbert for some €6 sushi that was delicious! And then of course... more beers.

Day 3 - Saturday June 21

We woke up on time Saturday. Jess had made us a lovely quiche to take with us for lunch, however it looked so good we couldn't wait and ended up having it for breakfast. It was delicious! Off we headed for a tour of the Reichstag. This is a bit of an ordeal. First you have to register to visit, this can take up to 2 hours queueing. We were advised to get there early, 8am, we go there at 9am. We only had a half hour wait which we viewed as good compared to the 2 hour wait the day before. Once through security we were led to the dome were there was a free audio tour and we could walk around at our leisure. It as fantastic, both the views and the audio tour which took in the history of the Reichstag through the years. The photo exhibition at the top was also top-quality. I was very moved to see and feel the amount of history that has taken place where we were standing.

When we had our fill of the beautiful views we headed across the river in the direction of the Natural History Museum. Along the way we stopped in for a pastry and coffee. There's something about the pastries in Berlin, they are incredibly delicious and cheap. I got a large slice of fresh strawberry shortcake (kinda thing) while Mick went for 2 others. 

The Museum für Naturkunde was amazing (as they always are). It holds the Guinness Book of Record for the tallest, mounted skeleton in the world. This being 13.27m (43ft 6in) high, 150-million-year-old Giraffatitan Brancai! They also hold the most famous fossil in the world, the Archaeopteryx. On of these there are rooms dedicated to meteorites, all other types of gems and stones, a room full of things suspended in formaldehyde and so much more.

After our brains were so full we couldn't take anymore, we stopped for a quick hot dog and then headed on to meet Jess and Norbert at a place called Tacheles. This place is basically an abandaned building that has been 'taken over' by artists, however the banks view them as squatters and are constantly trying to oust them. Unfortunately, it looks like they have succeeded as nearly half of the place was empty (from when Jess visited last). In talking to some of the remaining artists we learned that they had been issued an eviction notice for the end of the month. This not the first notice, however, this time it will be backed by a police force. We wondered around the lonely graffitied walkways and up the winding stairs. In between lights being turned off and generators being turned on we pondered over the work of the remaining few artists.

From here we were in desperate need of ice-cream. We made our way towards the river in search of some Eis once we found some we continued to the river to take a boat tour to the other side of the city. This only took about 20 minutes, when we departed the four of us then strolled over to Kreuzberg and walked past the remains of the Wall. At his point Mick and my feet were going to fall off (after 15 hours of walking) so we stopped into Yamm, a reggae bar, for a beer. This "bar"was more like an adult playground. As we entered there was a basketball game going on the the right and a skatepark just beyond, the bar was just a grass hut serving bottles. We grabbed 4 beers and headed over to sit on the rivers edge. We drank our beers with the smell of hash lingering in the air.

Over the Oberbaumbrücke (bridge) we made our way towards a park were (with a few more beers in hand) we watched the sun on it's way out for the evening. After our feet were feeling a bit better we headed off for some dinner.

Vietnamese restaurant were once again we didn't pay over €6 for delicious food. Then we couldn't break a tradition, so we went out for more beers!

Day 4 - Sunday June 22

Our last day in Berlin. Our flighted didn't leave until 6 that evening so it left plenty of time to explore the city more. First thing we hit was the Bauhaus Archives. I would have spent my college years studying these artists and because of this was very excited to see it. What a disappointment! Not only was the museum small and expensive, it was poorly laid out and the exhibition was just plain boring. 

I was very disappointed. It was hard to sort out any recognisable narrative to the exhibits; the range of objects was disappointing; but above all, there was a culpable absence of any placing of the Bauhaus movement in relation to its influence on subsequent architecture and design. We weren't there for longer than 30 minutes and felt a bit ripped off by the €7 entry fee. We figured we'd make up for this by heading to the Aquarium, however at this point we were running out of time and figured we'd leave the €20 entry fee fro another time. Okay lets head to the Kadewe, I hear the upstairs is amazing! What's that, closed on a sunday? Boo! By this time we figured we'd only 2 hours to spare until we had to leave so we decided to head back and spend a bit more time with Jess and Norbert. We met up with them at a little place for some delicious cake and coffee.

We lounged around and said our goodbyes an then off we went on the S-bahn headed in the the same direction we had just come from only a few short days before.

My overall impression of Berlin? I LOVED IT! It reminded me so much of Portland, the mentality of the people, the fashion, art and bikes. The history of the place hit us everywhere we went, a city that has been at the heart of so many wars, torn down and rebuilt, divided and united. The architecture ranged from 1220 (St. Nicholas' Church) to the ultra modern Potsdamer Platz with everything in between and a lot more being built.

10 years flies by so quickly, then so does life.

March 5, 2001 was a sad day for the Cecil family, but if there was anything I learned from my dad passing was to live life to the fullest.

He taught me so many things and gave me my love for travelling, history, science and life in general. Love you dad, you are missed.

Dale Cecil

March 1, 1946 — March 5, 2001

Dale Cecil of Silverton died March 5. He was 55.

The service will be held at 1 p.m. March 24 in the Orchard House Community Room at Providence Benedictine Nursing Center in Mount Angel.

Mr. Cecil was born March 1, 1946, in Greeley, Colo. He moved to Oregon when he was 3 and was raised in the Hood River Valley. He graduated from WyEast High School in Odell.

While working for JCPenney, Co., he was transferred to Bend in 1966. He lived in Bend for more than 20 years. He started his general contractor's career in 1972.

He married Mary Nealeigh on Dec. 31, 1966, in Hood River. They moved to Salem in 1987 and became residents of Silverton in 1996.

Mr. Cecil graduated from Chemeketa Community College in 1992 with honors in computer technology and was voted Outstanding Student in Computer Curriculum. Most recently, he worked as a company service-support technician and nationwide trainer for Tak Industrial Corporation.

He was affiliated with Jehovah's Witnesses. He also served on the Chemeketa Electronics Board as a community representative.

Survivors include his wife, Mary of Silverton; one son, Tom of Beaverton; two daughters, Judy of Silverton and Kathy Knight of Salem; his mother, Velma of Tillamook; four brothers, Milford of Mountain Home, Ark., and Samuel, Leonard and Jack, all of Tillamook; two sisters, Wanita Reynolds and Jean Purdie, both of Salem; and two grandchildren.

Memorial contributions may be made to the American Liver Foundation, 1425 Pompton Ave., Cedar Grove, N.J. 07009-9990. Unger Funeral Chapel in Silverton is in charge of arrangements.

France from the back of a motorcycle.

On August 21st I waved goodbye to Mick as he headed off on his BMW K1200 GT with Grado, Italy locked into his GPS. I wasn't too sad cause I knew I'd be seeing him in a week myself when he picked me up from the Rodez Airport in the south of France. On the morning of Saturday the 28th I boarded a dreaded Ryanair flight and two hours later we were fixing the new Autocom to my helmet. The only question now was, North or South? I had my sights set on south to Carcassonne and since I was appointed navigator that's were we headed. Three hours later after a stop in Toulouse for sausages we arrived in Carcassonne. We followed the Good Book (Lonely Planet's guide to France Mick borrowed from his sister) to a recommended 2 star hotel in the city. I was anxious to see the Castle that the city was known for so so after we threw our bags in our room we headed towards le cité which happened to be about a 20 minute walk from the hotel. However the site of the castle was just around the corner and we were not disappointed. Carcassonne was a fantastic introduction to medieval France and more beautiful than I could have imagined. We walked up to le cité and walked around the walled city for the remainder of the evening. Due to our huge Toulouse sausages we didn't have any room left for dinner. We filled what space we did have left with Coca-Cola and Amstel. The view on the way back was amazing as well as all the lights had come on and the entire walled city was beautifully lit up.

After being awoke at 3am to the fire alarm going off, all the guest at the hotel went outside to either await a fire truck or the hotel manager. The manger showed up first and after a bit of messing managed to turn the alarm off. We got the impression that wasn't the first time it had happened. Back to bed and up early on Sunday and on our way North again. Our destination was Sarlat-la-Canéda about a three hour drive. But three hours turned into 5 after our stop off at Gouffre de Padirac, caverns with a massive sink hole as an entrance. Unfortunately we weren't allowed to take any images inside the gaves so you'll have to let google do the honors. When we drove up we were a little apprehensive, as there was a queue of about 50 people of all ages outside. We were worried it was going to be a 'disneyesque' experience but when we saw the size of the sinkhole we knew were we wrong. After a long flight of stairs descending into the earth and a long walk down a cave passage (conveniently paved) we reached water where gondola's (also convenient) were awaiting to take passengers through the cave. After a short time we arrived at land again where we got out and made our way through the accessible 2km of the cave. Then back into the boat and headed towards the light.

Onto Sarlet, still awestruck by the awesomeness of the cave we arrived hungry and quickly found a hotel for the night. Mick had a great time driving down the small medieval cobble stoned alley way to get to the Hôtel Les Récollets. This was an absolutely amazing hotel. Set in a small cobbled stoned alleyway with views that look out of over the city. Very friendly staff who seemed to love the fact we were on a motorcycle. Now that we had a place, on to the important things: Dinner. We headed towards a restaurant recommended in the Good Book but it was completely full (must be good!) so we went to the restaurant just across the way hoping it would be just as good, we were not let down. I will never look at a duck the same again. I had the traditional meal of a Cassoulet while Mick had margaret canard which was also delicious. We ended the night with a stroll around town which was very lively for a Sunday night, we particularly enjoyed a punch and judy going on in one of the squares. I also wont forget the view from our room that night, looking out over a completely medieval city with a clear sky and stars as a backdrop.

We knew we had a full day ahead of us on Monday and it was a day we were looking forward to, but I don't think we knew exactly how much of an impression the day was about to make on us. Our plans were to head to some more caves in the Dordogne area. We asked ahead at the hotel if we'd need reservations for the caves as the book highly recommended them. But he said with such short notice it was best to just go and see if they had space. The first cave we headed to was Font de Gaume. The woman at the ticket office informed us that normally we would have to reserve a space a month in advance, however 'tourist season' had officially ended the week before, therefore it would be an hour wait. For us this meant an obligatory ice cream break. Once again we weren't allowed to take photos inside the caves. This is one of those things that I'll never be able to explain to anyone, it's something you'd need to experience. Within the cave there were several prehistoric paintings that dated back to 17000 bc. The most amazing part was how the artists used the natural shape of the cave rock as part of the paintings themselves. We then had a choice to go to either of 2 more caves. One was just around the corner but the next tour was at 4pm which would take the rest of our day and give us a 2 hour wait. So we headed to Rouffignac instead. Unfortunately we felt as tho we chose wrong, as the Rouffignac caves consisted of an hour 'train/trolly/cart' trip into the depths of a cave while a rude french woman repeated herself twice at every stop in french. When we asked if there was an English tour (which all the others had) we hardly got a reply of a shrug. The highlight of the tour was at the furthest depth of the cage there was the 'Sistine chapel' of cave paintings, animals of all shapes and sizes painted across the domed top of the 'room'. Very impressive.

After the caves we continued our journey north and stayed the night in Brantôme. We stayed the night in a cutesy BnB run by a chatty British woman who informed us that on Monday nights the town pretty much shut down . We had dinner at an outdoor restaurant next to the river. While we ate our delicious duck we were able to watch the sun sink into the horizon which set the river alight with pinks and purples. After dinner we took a short stroll around the town and but everything was shut up tight, so we headed back for an early night in.

Up early the next morning as we had a long drive ahead of us to the coast. The woman at the BnB was kind enough to give us a list of towns to hit along the way that would take us on a beautiful drive through wine country and farms filled with sunflowers. However at some point the list blew out of my hands and we had to make our own way. But I don't think we could have gone wrong if we tried. When we finally reached the sea we stopped at the tiney beach side town of Talmont to grab some lunch, delicious pizza. Back on the bike, we started seeing signs for the Zoo in La Palmyre which was on our way north so we decided to stop in. We were there for a good 2.5 hours and it was one of the best zoo's I've been to. My particular favorite was the Pelican who took a liking to Mick and walked along side him as if they were having a conversation. We then headed on as it was getting late and we needed to find a hotel for the nite. I struggled to remember the names of the town that was recommended to us. Finally giving up we headed to La Rochelle as it was a bigger city and we'd have better options.

Around 8pm, we pulled up to Bar de l'Hôtel de Ville which was a bar that had 9 rooms above it located conveniently in the center of the city and right next to the famous harbor. We unload and headed off to find dinner. It was only fitting that we had seafood and boy did we. Mick ordered a plate of mixed grilled fish and I went for a large pot filled with what I'm pretty sure was everything that lives in the sea. It was good, but hard work. I must have had 5 different utensils designed for cracking, scraping, de-boning and general picking small morsels of meat from various shells. Of course this was all followed by profiteroles, some of the best I've ever had. We then strolled along the harbor for a while making our way back to our hotel/bar where we had a final glass of wine before heading for bed.

Wednesday morning we decided we'd head back inland a bit and set the GPS for Chinon. On our way out of the city Mick saw a bike shop and thought it would be good to have the front tire looked at as it had been bothering him for the last few days. A spot on the tire had begun to wear a bit and causing a bit of alignment issues. After waiting only an hour to get it changed we were on the road again. We had a lovely drive through the country side, more wine vineyards and more sunflowers. However just outside Chinon the bike came to an abrupt halt, I thought Mick had just stopped the bike but when we tried to push it off the road the bike wouldn't budge. We both thought we may be in some serious bike trouble. Our first thoughts were that somehow the guys who fitted the tire messed something up, however they worked on the front wheel and this seemed like an issue with the back. As we were stopped around a corner I headed back to warn any traffic that may be coming and left Mick to see if he could find the problem. After a few minutes he waved me back and said that somehow the back break had locked-up, after a bit of messing around with it and using the rest of my coke to cool the plates down it seemed to unlock. We still aren't sure what actually happened perhaps a small stone was lodged in the break...all we knew was that it was fixed. Onwards to Chinon!

Happy to have made it to Chinon safe and sound we sat in the sun for a minute before looking for somewhere to stay for the night. We booked ourselves into the Hostellerie Gargantua for the nite. This hotel is best described by Lonely Planet:

"Harry Potter would feel right at home at this turret-topped, soaring medieval mansion, once occupied by the town bailiwick , and now a simple endearing offbeat period hotel. Spiral staircases, pitch-dark wood and solid stone conjure the Middle Ages atmosphere..."

We absolutely loved it. I was beside myself when I went in to check it out while Mick waited at the bike. I came back beaming like a little kid and best part was it was our cheapest stay yet. Unloaded and headed out for a walk about town. We stopped and had a few drinks beside the river and then walked around for quite a while looking for dinner. When we couldn't find anything to our liking (and our pricing...) we settled on pizza where we sat next to an English couple who had a few suggestions on what to see in the town and on our travels. The next morning we headed up to the famous Chateau Chinon. This place has made it's mark on the history books as the place where in 1429 Joan of Arc met with future Charles VII and informed him that he would be king. The Chateau was in in ruins with only a bit of restoration, but we didn't need any buildings as the view alone was worth the visit. We then headed back down to the city and tried to go to the Caves Painctes, 15th century wine cellars in caves under the Chateau, however it had just closed for the tourist season the week prior.

Back on the bike again and back to the Atlantic coast. We took the advise of the young English couple we had met the night before and set our sites on La Baule. Late in the day we pulled into the town, which was lined as far as the eye could see with resort hotels...not our cup of tea. So far we had been staying in Medieval towns where prices were relatively cheap. However we were here now so we had to make the best of it. La Baule wasn't in our guide book so we had to wing-it in regards to finding a place to stay. We headed inland, away from the beach stretch and found a nice little Hostellerie for about the same price we had been paying. Then we headed straight for a walk on the beach were we saw the most amazing sunset and we kinda figured, "hey, this town ain't so bad after all." The region we were in is famous for it's crepes and galettes, so for dinner we found a creperie. But this place wasn't just any creperie this was the Cat Creperie. It had cat pictures, paintings, figures, dolls, toys everywhere, including a 4 foot tall wooden cat carving and napkins every. Not to mention the galettes and crepes were amazing. I ordered a crepe that comes with rum, on fire... it was awesome.

We had a bit of time to kill the next morning so we hopped on the bike, sans all of our bags, and headed out to find the salt flats which apparently La Baule is famous for. We found them, drove past them and stopped in a small town of Guérande which was another cool medieval city. We ate ice cream and bought salt (why not!). Then back to the road north towards Brittany. Our destination was the town of Dinan. Upon our arrival we thought we'd check out the local hostel as it sounded like a great place to stay, however, it ended up being a few kilometers out of town, so we ended up at a hotel inside the city walls. That night a lady who worked the hotel recommended that we head around the corner for diner. It was early (7pm) and we were the only customers. We had a bit of a chat with the owner, turns out he'd been to Oregon before and rafted the Rogue. Then we had dinner...wow. I nearly cried at how good it was. It was a set menu with a starter, main, desert and cheese. Of course we ordered duck for dinner and it was actually the same meal that we'd had before but the way it was cooked was amazing. I've never tasted anything quite like it. Afterwards we had a small walk around the walled city and a few more glasses of wine at a bar.

We decided it would be best to book another night in Dinan so we could head out to Mont St. Michel and not have to worry about staying somewhere for our last night. Mont St. Michel was only a 40 min drive from Dinan and when we got there we were both blown away at how beautiful it is. I've seen it in photos but to actually be there is such an amazing experience. Tide was completely out so before we headed into the 'city' itself we went for a walk on a beach that is usually covered with water. Once inside the city we headed up to the abbey and followed a tour round which was fantastic. We were very happy for the tour because there are so many small things we would have never known about the abbey and the people who lived there.

That night we headed back to Dinan for a walk around town. We strolled down the Rue du Jerzual, a street that is labeled one of the best streets in Europe. It's a very steep cobble stoned street that heads from the walled city down to the harbor and river. Once at the bottom we sat by the river and had a drink and then headed across the river for a dinner of Moules et Frites (mussels and chips)! They were delicious.

The next day we had a bit of time to kill before catching our 7pm ferry from Cherbourg to Rosslare. We decided to make a stop at St. James to visit an American War Cemetery. It was beautifully set in a peaceful valley, quite and serene with only the sounds of birds chirping. I couldn't imagine a better place for men who died in such an awful manner to come to rest. We silently walked around the cemetery paying our respects to the dead. Then on to Cherbourg for the boat trip home.

We stopped at a market before getting on the boat to pick up our last french dinner, consisting of 2 baguettes, pork pate, cheese, chorizo and chocolate. Once the boat started moving, I suddenly remembered...I don't do boats very well. My head immediately started to swim around and I couldn't walk straight. So while Mick stayed up stairs to enjoy his Guinness I headed to the cabin to lay down and read my book. As long as I laid down everything was fine. After a rough nights sleep for me and a great one for Mick we pulled into Rosslare to be greeted by the fine Irish weather. From there we had a 2.5 hour drive home in some of the heaviest rain we've been in, especially on a bike.

A few overall notes from the trip:

• I enjoyed being on the back of the bike more than I thought! Not a second of boredom.
• We learned that in the French countryside if you don't eat between 12-2 and 7-10 you don't eat as everything closes down (thank you Super-U or we would have starved).
• France so many medieval towns much more than I expected.
• The food is delicious: bread, chocolate/almond croissants please and duck!
• The french are quite nice no matter what Mick says.
• Wine is much cheaper than beer!

I really enjoyed the trip and and can't wait for my next holiday! Which happens to start tomorrow at 9.45am when I head once again to the Dublin Airport this time headed home. See you soon PDX!

France 2010

How could the last 11 days fly by so fast?

I picked Mom up from the airport Friday the 30th. After a 18 hour flight she was very happy to see a familiar face. To my surprise, jet-lag never seemed to set in. I had planned the first 2 days of her visit to just be resting and catching up. However, she seemed fresh as a daisy and ready to start her vacation. Since I didn't have much planned we didn't do anything major, we hopped in the rented Hyundai i10 and drove through Dublin and down on to Dun Laoghaire, visited the botanical gardens which are just up the street from my house and had a drive around Howth. Mom (and myself) was a bit dazed by the crazy driving but we managed okay. I think the first thing she noticed was the houses and how they're all stuck together like duplex style and also just how everything in general is much smaller, roads, cars, houses, buildings, everything.

Our adventure really started off on Monday, when we headed up to Newgrange and Knowth. This had been my second visit out to them but it was just as interesting as the first. Mom enjoyed it also, as they are older than the pyramids and much older than any structures found in America. They're something that really need to be experienced, seeing photos of them just won't do them justice.

On Tuesday we headed to the West of Ireland with Galway as our first stop. We had planned on having lunch at Nimmo's which came highly recommended. Although when we got there, they were closed for lunch due to 'chef problems'. We headed around the corner instead to Goya's where were had a lovely lunch. I'll have to save Nimmo's for another time. After lunch we headed North to the village of Cong where I had a little surprise for Mom. I managed to book a night at the 5* Ashford Castle. As we turned down the road to the castle and mom saw the signs she assumed it was just a tourist stop, which I then had to convince her that we were actually staying the night there! The castle was great, very 'castley'. It had miles of manicured garden walks and plenty of places to snoop about inside. Mom was a bit tired from the day (maybe that jet lag was setting in after all) so I ventured out on my own down the river path into the village of Cong. The walk was lovely along a long river dotted with men fly fishing and the occasional pair of swans. At the end of the path there was an old stone bridge that led over into the village entering through Cong Abbey dating back to 1135. That evening we both headed into Cong for some pub grub.

The next day we packed our bags and headed towards Connemara. After a 4 hour drive on overgrown and narrow roads we had our fill of cows and stone walls. With a short stop at Kylemore Abbey, we headed back to the Castle for High Tea. Tea was fantastic, served with mini sandwiches, cakes and scones. Scrumptious! (Thanks Kathy!) Around 4.30 we figured we better stop pretending we were royalty and head to our next destination. Back in the car and heading south.

We arrived in the extremely small village of Doolin at about 6pm. After finding a b&b for the evening, even though we had plenty of light left we decided to leave our Cliffs of Moher visit until the next morning. To the pub! At O'Connor's Pub Mom had a dinner of fish and chips while I opted for the Guinness Stew with a side of Guinness all of this was accompanied by a Trad Session (a trio playing traditional irish music). The next morning we were up early to go tour the Cliffs of Moher aka the Cliffs of Insanity! Back in the car and heading south again. We drove the coast line down to Killimer where we got the ferry across the Shannon River which saved us quite a bit of time. We then continued on south until we hit Killorglin where we got some lunch and decided to push on around the Ring of Kerry as it was only 3pm. We decided to settle down for the night in Kenmare at the end of the Ring. We stayed in a lovely B&B and I think we were the only one's there. Kenmare was a really cute little village and I'd happily go back when I have a bit more time to look around.

Once again, up early Friday morning to head back to Dublin. We made a few impressive stops along the way. I figured we started our little trip west with a castle (Ashford) so we should probably end with some. First we stopped off at Cahir which is home to one of the largest castles in Ireland, built in 1142. We had a great tour guide around the castle, learning of all sorts of medieval and norman traditions, such as catapulting dead animal carcasses over walls as a form of 'biological warfare'. After lunch in the town we headed just down the road to Cashel. This would be my third visit to the Rock of Cashel, the first being in 2001 with Sarah and the second in 2007 with Emily and Christina. Cashel is very impressive, but not to be confused with a castle, it is actually a church, only a ruined one on top of a hill making it look quite castle-esque. After we had our fill of norman history we hopped back in the car and hit the motorway all the way back to Dublin in time for dinner.

Saturday was filled with cooking, eating and laughing with friends. Mick and I decided to have a little BBQ so Mom would have a chance to match some faces to names. Even though we managed to overwhelm her with 15 people who spoke with accents I think she still enjoyed meeting everyone. After a bit of a clean up the next morning, we picked up Orla and headed down to Powerscourt Estate in Wicklow where we met Susan for lunch on the garden terrance. With full bellies we headed on over to Glendalough for one last look at some old ruins and a walk through the park.

With Mom's last day upon us, there was nothing left for us to do except go shopping! Neither one of us would be your typical shopper, however when you're shopping for gifts it's another story. I took Mom to the renown Grafton Street to find a few souvenirs. After we were shopped out we met up with Mick for a late dinner at my favorite Indian Restaurant, the Green Chilli. Once again with full bellies, we headed on back to the house for one final late night chat before Mom's flight the next morning.

As I watched her disappear through the security doors I realised that I already missed her. It was absolutely fantastic to have my Mom come for a visit. I guess I just didn't realise how much I miss her every day. She knows me better than anyone else, loves me unconditionally and is very proud of her little girl.

It's hard to see my Mom grow older but it's even harder to be so far away and to realise that time is just flying by so quickly.

Thanks for coming to visit Mom, love you!

Pictures to come...

V-Day 2010

Mick and I decided to stay in and avoid the masses on v-day this year. We treated each other to homemade sushi followed by Flourless Dark Chocolate Cake with White Chocolate Mousse and Raspberry Coulis (found on an aptly named blog). I would highly recommend this recipe, don't be scarred off even Mick loved it!!!

Thanks Mick for the great dinner company. ♥

Over the hill

Or maybe I'm just on the ascent of the hill? On January 15th I officially turned 30. I was lucky enough to spend my birthday in the amazingly beautiful Austrian Alps. A group of thirteen of us went to Saalbach, a cozy little village (resort) in western Austria. This was my first attempt at skiing which the idea of has never quite suited me. However since the back surgery last year I decided that snowboarding (aka falling on my ass non-stop) probably wasn't the best idea, so I thought I'd give skiing a go.

Getting to Saalbach in the first place proved to be quite difficult. In what will forever be known as the Big Snow/Ice Storm of 2010 here in Ireland we were attempting to fly. After 9 hours in the airport, with our Ryanair flight to Salzburg delayed and finally cancelled we were able to book another flight with Aer Lingus to Munich, Germany and this flight actually was on time. Instead of our 1 hour transfer from Salzburg we were now looking at a 3.5 hour transfer from Munich which put us into the Hotel Panther at around midnite. A few beers and we were off to bed.

Up and early the next morning to book into Ski School. Myself and another guy, Rob, were the only two beginner skiers in the group. We stuck together for the first few days until Rob quickly surpassed me in skiing talent and I decided to drop down a level. I'm not sure if I hurt my left ankle on a fall or if it's just my weak ankle but the boots did not agree with me either way. When I had my boots on I could only put pressure on my ankle for about 10 min at a time, this does not really agree with the concept of skiing so I stuck to the beginners slopes while everyone else moved on.

I found out the real reason that everyone goes skiing anyway:
Après-ski (French: after skiing) refers to going out, having drinks, dancing, and generally socializing after skiing. It is popular in the Alps where skiers often stop at bars on their last run of the day while still wearing all their ski gear.

Skiing is a hard life: up at 7am, ski till 4pm, drink till 8pm, eat till 10pm, drink till 2am, sleep, repeat. And there you have it.

The best nite out by far was my birthday. At dinner the hotel had made me the most amazing hazelnut cake with a Firework on top! No joke! Then after dinner, off to the bars for some karaoke, bowling, drinking and general fun times...And then up at 7am again.

Overall it was a great holiday and a fantastic birthday. I'm looking forward to my 30's I think they're going to bring some great adventures!

I'll get some photos up for you soon.

Slacker

I am really slacking on these blogs lately and I apologize. So much as happened, yet it just seem so go by so fast that I don't have time to write about them. I've added a whole slue of photos to my Picasa Page so head on over there to see what I've been up to.

The winter is definitely upon us here in Dublin. It has gone from rainy to rainy and cold. For the last few weeks we've been waking up to a frost covered Dublin. It has been spitting snow a little, but from what I hear the snow is on it's way and should hit next week. Our quant little old house has now become a quant freezer box. All this weather makes for staying inside huddled in one room with a roaring fire, drinking hot chocolate/tea/bailey's coffee and watching movies - our activity of choice. When we're not doing that you'll probably find us huddled up in some warm pub slurping down some cold pints.

Work has calmed down quite a bit this winter as well, my work has been put back to a 3 day work week again with 3 weeks off for the holiday's. Some people aren't so happy with this, but I welcome the time off. I'll actually be taking a 4th week off as well as we're heading to Austria skiing on the 9th of January. I've been doing a few ski lessons at Kilternan on their dry slope. Just learning the basic's of skiing so when I get to Austria I'll be a step up on the other beginners. (you'll find some photos here.

Another fantastic thing that happened was Modest Mouse came to Dublin! I was quick on ticketmaster.ie at exactly 9am and was able to get tickets to the small venue before they sold out in less than 5 minutes. Jessica flew over from Dublin to see them with me. She arrived in the Saturday before (gig was on Tuesday) so we'd have a bit of time to hang out and she was happy to see a bit of Dublin again. So that night she got in, myself, mick and jess headed up to the Porterhouse North for a quite "welcome back Jess "pint. When we arrived I saw a few of our friends, what a coincidence! ... and then look a few more, wow they don't even know each other... why are they all here together? After about a 2 minute delay everyone yelled "SURPRISE!!!" and I quickly realised this was going to be more than just a quite pint. Mick had gone through months of organising a surprise party for me 6 weeks early as we are going to be away in Austria for my actual party! I definitely got a surprise. It was great to see everyone out especially on another crappy evening. On Tuesday we headed the Modest Mouse gig which was probably the best show I've ever been too. It was in a venue that only holds about 500 people. We had no problem standing dead center stage just in front of the guard railing. I sang my lungs out and danced my legs off, I had no voice and wobbly legs the next morning. Outstanding.

A quick rundown of some other things that happened. I got laryngitis, then I caught a cold, then I got better for a few days, then I caught another cold. I've basically been sniffling and coughing for well over a month now.

In between all that I've managed to do a few things. A group of us headed over to Lahinch, County Clare to go surfing. I was really looking forward to this but the stupid cold I had wouldn't allow me any fun. While we were there we visited the Cliffs of Moher where we experienced the true power of wind. Several people a year get blown off the cliffs and I always put this down to stupidity but now I realise you could be 200 feet away from the cliff and still get blown off if you're in the wrong area. Don't worry we stayed in the walled area the whole time, but at one point go smashed up against the wall and if it wasn't there about 20 people would have been blown over the edge. Scary! After we all decided we'd had enough wind we visited the Ailwee Caves where there was no wind and it stays at a constant 10°C. The next day everyone, including Holly the dog, went surfing while myself and Orla stayed on the beach and took photos. It looked like great fun and I'll have to give it a go sometime when I'm not sick.

Only 9 days now till we're off to Austria! Where I will attempt to ski. I promise I'll post up a blog when I get back. Hope you're all doing well.

Head on over to my Picasa page for photos!

Yes I'm alive!

I've just been very busy, or maybe very lazy, probably a combination of both. Too much has actually happened for me to remember. Our trip to America came and went far too fast. We had a fantabulous time. Four days in NYC with Aaron where we went to the National History museum and saw dinosaurs, went to the top of the Rockerfeller Center where Mick kept his eye out for his TV-Star crush (Tina Fey). We went up to the Top-of-the-Rock just as the sun was going down so we got to see the city with and without lights, absolutely beautiful both ways. We visited the Bronx Zoo on apparently what is the busiest day of the week and we ate a pound of cheesecake.

Then on to Oregon. We were picked up at the airport by all my friends and drive directly to the Concordia Ale House so we could get a pint of sweet, delicious, very much missed Oregon beer. This just started things off perfectly, I knew it was going to be a good trip. The next day, we headed down to Sunriver. This was fantastic as 13 of my friends got to go which is pretty amazing as everyone was able to get off time work or get babysitters and generally act like we were all 22 again. We all went out to the Lava Caves which were very different from the caves Mick and I visited in County Clare, Ireland, which were also very cool. I finally got to spend a bit of time with my mom and introduce Mick whom she'd heard so much about and finally got to met. I also got to spend some time with my brother which was much needed.


Back to Portland. We went for hikes in the Columbia River George, Kayaking with Jaimie's family on the Rogue River, Sarah's bachlorette party, walking around Portland, eating around Portland, Mick got to go shoot guns while I visited my fluffyfaced kitty cat. I took mick to the batting cages where he got to partake in the great aAmerican past-time of hitting baseballs. We got to spend a little time with my sister and my three nieces who are all so big now and so cute! We took the train up to Seattle and where we met up with Dominic and drank beers from our socks in the park. And then most importantly, I got to see my best friend in the world get Married. The wedding was fantastic, not a thing out of place, all was perfect. When Sarah and Morgan went off for their Honeymoon we watched after their house for them. They just bought a lovely new house complete with game room (pool and poker tables), a hot-tub, and koi pond out back! They really lucked out and so did Mick and I by getting to stay there.

Then before we knew it, it was time to go home. I didn't quite realize how much I missed everyone and Oregon until I was there again. It was so good to be home and be surrounded by all my friends and family. I miss you all and thanks for treating us so well.

Lots of love,
Judy

If you haven't seen em yet, more photos at Mick's Picasa:

American Holiday Part 1

American Holiday Part 2

Great weekend, baaaaaaad Monday.

On Thursday 10 of us headed west to Carrick-on-Shannon for the annual Shannon Cruise. Thursday night was nice and easy, we settled in for the evening and to enjoy a bbq on the docks. Friday was back to the river going at a top speed of 8mph! We stopped along the way for a quick dip in the cool (freezing) waters of the Shannon. There was only one fatality of Mick's new waterproof camera, which is probably still working perfectly at the bottom of the river. We sailed on and went to a pub beside the river for dinner, I had grilled Hake, which has topped my list of the best dinners I've ever had in Ireland. Back to the boat for some cards and drinking.



For more pictures go here.

Saturday contained more of the same intermixed with shooting scenes for "The Shannon Stranger II a sequel for the members of the Shannon Cruise from years back. We also had an important addition to the crew this year, Holly, the official boat-dog joined us. It was great having a dog aboard. On Sunday we lazily made our way back to Carrick-on-Shannon to head home. We had a farewell dinner at a local Italian restaurant and then I hopped on the back of Mick's bike and we were once again Dublin-bound.

And that's when thing's went bad. About 30 minutes into the bike ride my stomach started to feel queezy this was then followed by what mick could only explain as exorcist-style shenanigans including the worst stomach cramps I've ever felt (and never want to feel again). Long story short, at 2am we went to the emergency hospital where I remained until 2pm the next day. When I left they still didn't know what was wrong with me. I'm awaiting some more tests to come back from the labs. I'll then get antibiotics for whatever ails me. Most symptoms are pointing towards E.Coli which I could have got from something I ate over the last week or so. No one else from the boat trip has been sick so we're ruling out anything eaten then. I'm feeling much better today (Tuesday) and was able to eat almost a full dinner. I'll hopefully get lab results back tomorrow. In the meantime I'm confined from going to work as I may be contagious. All I know is that I feel better and it seems that whatever it was has passed. thank god!

Here I go again on my own...

Hi All it's been a while since i've posted and many fun things have come to pass.

I introduced Mick to Geocaching and it's our new favorite activity. It has taken us to mountains and castles and to lovely walks in the park. We've only done a few so far but plan to pick em up in our spare time. We had a week of absolutely amazing weather, got a sunburn and all, now it's back to a bit of rain and overcast. We took full advantage of the weather when we had it though, by going to beach, motorbike rides and bbq's a plenty!

We also celebrated mick's 30th birthday party (which is actually on the 12th, but due to a business trip had it early) traditionally over at Aslinn's house complete with bbq, bouncy castle and bone fire. It was absolutely fantastic. Then the next day we headed over to Trim Castle for a day in the sun among the ruins.

While we were busy doing this our flatmate sarah was busy moving out and getting ready for her move to Italy, so we'll be cat-sitting pebbles while she's away for the summer. It's nice to have a cat in the house again, but to be honest, pebbles is well... insane. It had to be said.

As for Mick's business trip, he's been called to Sydney Austrailia for three weeks. He's at the airport as I type this. I've moved from the thoughts of not wanting him to leave to just being plain jealous! I wanna go! I'm just trying to keep in mind that it's business and he will be working a lot. As well it's actually winter in Sydney right now so there won't be any fun times on the beach (just one's in pubs). He's promised we'll go back someday and i will hold him to that. I'll be using the next few weeks to get things done i've been meaning to do...not too sure what those are yet.

Oh I also passed my driving theory test last Saturday. Basically I've been driving for 12 years and I can legally drive in Ireland but I can't legally get insured which means i have to apply for my irish license before getting a car. However, actually obtaining a license is quite a lengthly process.
1. First I have to pass my theory test (done),
2. Then i've to apply for my provisional license
3. Next i have to take 6 driving lessons (up to 50 euro a session!),
4. Finally after 6 months i can apply for my full license and of course have to pass a driving test.

And of course each one of these steps costs money. I can actually get insured with only a provisional license but my insurance rates will be sky high!

There are a few things i'm looking forward to. I won't shut up about going to the states i'm very excited for that! I'm also looking forward to Mick getting home (I know... already??) then the day after he gets back we're heading to Claire and Mike's wedding up at Darver Castle which should be fantastic!

to view some of my latest shenanigans follow the link below.

Bits & Bobs 2009

If you didn't get the email...

I know what's been on all of your minds lately. When the heck is Judy coming for a visit??? We'll the time is near...well 3 months away. As an added bonus my amazingly awesome and handsome (and irish) boyfriend will be joining me. Clear your schedules for some proper Judy & Mick hang out time from August 27th to September 14th. Aaron we'll be in NY August 24-27 so prepare your couch/floor!

Oregon has a lot to live up to for mick, as you all probably know how I tend to exaggerate. We'll be looking for couches/floors/beds to sleep on and cars/vanagons to borrow for some short trips...so let us know if you have a spare.

We'll have 2.5 weeks to:
1. Go to the beach! who's in?
2. Maybe camping/rafting if the weather is as good as last sept.
3. Down to sunriver (Emily think i can rent the house again? not sure of the dates yet)
4. Up to Seattle for a day (DOMINIC!!!)
5. Drinking delicious oh so missed Oregon beer.
6. Sarah's wedding! (Sept. 6th)
7. Leah party? huh huh?
8. lots of visiting in between.

I'm a little excited if you can't tell. See you all in a few months.

Lots of love,
Jude

Damn Recession.

I finished my first full week back to work last week. I was actually suppose to be back to work the week before, but i fell ill with a case of strep throat which kept me home and in bed for the better part of the week. Not fun at all. Overall I'm, health-wise, i'm doing well now. I've still a bit of pain in my leg but I'm confident it's getting better all the time. I just need to keep up my swimming (2x a week), yoga (once a week) and physio exercises (5x a week). All that keeps me fairly busy.

I've also been toying with the idea of signing up with a softball team. But I'm not sure how the twisting of hitting would work with my back. Not to mention, I don't really have any sort of transportation and all the teams play outside the city centre. So I'll have to look into that a bit more, but i sure would love to play again. The subject of transportation has been on my mind a lot lately. I miss driving. I miss having the freedom to go anywhere I want whenever I want and not to rely on public transportation or the kindness of others. But I hate the idea of owning a car again, paying insurance and buying gas for it. The other option is to get a motorbike, it would be a hell of a lot faster to get through traffic, but i'd still have the gas and insurance to pay for. I hate traffic. What i really need is a flying machine—with no insurance and runs on water. :)

The recession is still going strong. I'm hearing all the time of people being laid off and businesses going out under. My job is going strong for the moment, everyone is working full time again and we're all working hard to keep it that way. However, 2 months ago one of my best friends, Guðrún, was laid off and she has now made the hard decision to move back to Iceland. There are no words to describe how much i will miss her. I'm sure it's much more scary for her, as she's lived here for 3+ years and has made an entire life in Dublin and the city attached itself to her heart as it has to mine. However, this will give mick and me a great opportunity to visit Iceland!

I'd also like to note that it has been 1 year and 5 months since anyone has come to visit me. I think it's time, don't you?

Well that's all from this side of the world. Hope you are all keeping well and drop me an email sometime!

Paddy's day and other miscellany.

Well not a lot has happened since last post. Paddy's day came and went. We enjoyed it by watching the parade from a rooftop on dame street where we had a fantastic view. I've mainly just been taking it easy. I went and saw the doctor on the 13th and he requested that I stay off work for another month! That was a bit of a blow, but I gotta do what the doctor says. The improvement in my leg/back seems to be going at such a slow pace I can't detect it, but the doc assures that it is healing normally. Over the last week I've been getting really stiff and it's hard to move, feels like i need a hip replacement. I'm hoping this won't last for too much longer. I'm swimming and just going for walks, but other than that, not much.

Any way here are some pics of what I've been up to.

Paddy's Day 2009 & other Miscellany

Catholic for a day.

So this week included Pancake Tuesday. In honor of the sacred holiday we made Blueberry Pecan Buttermilk Pancakes.


In other news my back/leg seems to be improving slowly. It's still a bit painful to sit for long periods of time but that also seems to be improving. I'm not getting as many pins and needles anymore either. I think I've finally seeing results and if I continue to improve I should be fine in a few months. And I'm okay with that!

Time

Well I'm 2 weeks post-op now and I definitely have not walked away "pain-free" as I was promised. It's a strange pain now, hard to explain. I still have twinges of sciatica down my leg and my feet have lots of pins an needles now which they never did before. I've called the surgeon to make sure all these symptoms are normal and that i haven re-herniated my back, however he won't be available for 2 days. So I just get to wait. Everyone made this operation sound so simple before i had it, but now i'm finding out it's not so simple at all and it could take me up to year to be back to 'normal'. which is frustrating for me because it's not what i was expecting. I'm not so sure I'll be able to go back to sitting at a desk for long periods of time as sitting hurts the worst. As you can tell my spirits are not very high at the moment and it's hard to just grin and bare it, but i'm trying.

In the meantime, i've passed the days by creating a new portfolio site and have opened myself up to freelance designing in my spare time. Take a look.

UPDATE: The doctor called back and said pins and needles are normal everything i'm experiencing is to be expected and he'll see me in two weeks. phew.

Home Again.

I'm back from the hospital and restricted to bed-rest for the next two weeks. Overall I feel okay, it's a little concerning because the pain I'm feeling now is identical to the pain I had before the operation. But the doctor has assured me that this is normal and the pain will go away. He described it as hitting your thumb with a hammer, once the hammer is removed the pain will remain for a little while. He said my nerves have basically been getting hit with a hammer for about 8 months now, and the hammer has been removed. So, it will be a only a matter of time before the pain subsides. This could be anywhere from 2 weeks to 3 months. I'm hoping for the 2 weeks...

I'm moving freely around the house, able to go up and down the stairs and walk around. If I stand up for too long I start to get a bit dizzy, think that might be from the painkillers I'm on. Speaking of them, it's sure noticeable when they start to run out the pain is back in about 5 minutes and i know it's time to take another dose.

I've to go to the dr. next week and get my clips (aka staples) out and then in two weeks I'll be able to go swimming again. Then in a month it's back to the surgeon for a check-up.

Mick has been amazing. He was at the hospital with me the whole time, staying all day until the nurses would kick him out. When I got home he had put together our new orthopedic bed so I can get some good rest, and I have.

I think the hard part is over, now I just get to lay down and take it easy at home and watch the snow fall.

Thanks to everyone for all the loving thoughts.

Here's a few photos from the last few days and of our new house!

Surgery and new house

Surgery

Sitting in my hospital bed after surgery, eating cookies. More cookies stat! Surgery went well, or so they tell me, I don't remember a thing. I woke up in the hospital this morning at 6 to the sounds of construction work next door. I got up to close the windows and looked out on a snow covered Dublin. That was strange. Shortly a nurse came to take me to get my back 'marked' for surgery. After he informed me i had my gown on backwards we headed down to get marked. After receiving a local anesthetic they jabbed some inked up needle into me which hurt pretty bad. After they finished my body thought it would be fun to pass out, all the blood drained from my face and my legs and arms went tingly. I didn't pass out completely but i managed to get all the attention of the nurses. ;)

They then put me on a trolly/bed and pushed me back up to my room where i got my blood drawn and awaited surgery. About 9am someone came and took me down to the anesthesiologist. Can't say I remember too much after that. Woke up, went back to sleep, woke up again and then was taken up to my room where mick was waiting for me. Dr. O'Neill came in and said that everything went very well and that my disc was 'very large' and i had very much reason for complaint. Well not any more!

I'll keep you updated later. Lots of love, jude

Birthday Road Trip

Well, I am now officially in my last year of my 20's. Wow. It's really amazing how life just flies by. Thirty will be here before I know it but I still feel about 23. I figure I better end the second decade of my life with a bang so let the shenanigans begin!

On the 9th I met up with Guðrún who was kind enough to share her birthday celebration with me. I was celebrating a little early due to Mick being away snowboarding and a pre-planed trip to see Jessica in Germany for my actual birthday. It was a good night we started and remained at the Porterhouse all night. It was great to be drinking Red instead of Coors Light for a change.

Then on Thursday the 15th I woke up at 4:30am to get to Dublin airport to catch my flight to Frankfurt Hahn. The flight was good until the end when we attempted to land but the visibility on the runway was at zero. We made one attempt but had to pull back up as we could see absolutely nothing but fog. From there we circled the airport for an additional half an hour and then approached from a different direction, success! After several questions in my extremely broken German I found the bus station and was off to see Jess.

Jess Greeted me at her house with a special birthday quiche, then off for a little nap. The next day we were up bright and early to begin our journey to Zürich. We drove straight through Germany and France and into Switzerland. Thanks to the superb roads the four-hour journey seemed only like two.

Once in Zürich we found our ridiculously clean hostel and began our exploring. Immediately we noticed how clean the city was too. Of course, most other European cities are clean when you come from Dublin but Zürich was immaculate. Shortly after we also realised how expensive it was! Two Corona's, one meal and one starter (split between the two of us) cost €50. This may not have been so bad if the food was good but it was possibly the worst Mexican food I've ever had. Imagine: Cool ranch Doritos with old El Paso Salsa on em with a bit of cheese and some canned guacamole and you can imagine my disappointment. In it's defense however, we probably should have gone for some traditional Swiss food instead of Mexican food...it's just hard for me to walk by those bright yellow and red signs that boasts such delicious cuisine and not stop. Oh how I'd pay for just one 7-layer burrito from taco bell...(yep, it's that bad).

We continued our tour of the old town and meandered down the many quaint ally ways, peering through expensive shop windows. The town was empty, surprising for a Friday night. Not finding much to do and the shops all closed, we headed back towards our hostel with the hopes of finding a nice little local pub to tuck into. Our hopes soon dashed. We asked several passerby's for directions, but they all replied that Zürich has no 'local pubs' and if we wanted a beer we'd have to head back to the city center...strange. Very strange. Defeated we headed for the hostel but soon found ourselves lost. And then... a pub — Hooray! We joined the six old men inside and stayed until late. Good conversation with Jess and good beer. A local man took a shine to us and told many stories in broken german/english, mainly about how he was from the Milkey Way system and broken memories of war. He explained that he has a storm in his brain that made it hard for him think (to me, he seemed to think far too much!). I believe he was just happy to have someone to listen.

Saturday morning we packed our bag and set off for the local flea market before we left town. We picked through junk for the better part of an hour, me buying a small bottle topper and jess a picture. Back on the road again and off for Strasbourg. Strasbourg was absolutely beautiful and much more 'realistic' than Zürich. We walked around the town for 2 hours and toured the town's gothic cathedral. We ate lunch and sampled chocolates. And then headed back for Homburg.

Sunday morning we lazed around and waited for lunch. Jess' mom made a traditional german meal of Klöße with sauerkraut and bacon sauce. Absolutely fantastic!

Overall I have to say I'm happy I got a chance to revisit Switzerland, but I can now say it does not live up to what I thought. Perhaps if I was extraordinarily rich and enjoyed the finer things in life I might move to Zürich, but for now I think I'll stick with this dirty old town.

Thanks to everyone for all the birthday wishes. Love ya all.


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Germany / France / Switzerland

Times are changing.

Jess and I started off in Dublin together and tomorrow a part of that adventure will end. Jess will be moving back to Germany and opening the door for all sorts of new adventures of her own. Our friendship was built on us both being thrown completely blind into an unknown city with only each other as companions. Companions who couldn't speak the same language, but we were completely lost together.

I will miss our chats about how Dublin dives us crazy, how much we love and hate it. I'll miss our travels together and that friend who is always up for anything even if it's pissing down rain. I'll miss her German common sense.

I know this is not the end and we'll see each other again and be keeping in touch. But I will miss her dearly.