An American girl in Dublinby Annie Tanner
- From the birthplace of Harry Potter to a maze of streets, a weekend in Edinburgh
- Can we talk? Frustration of dealing with the Irish inability to share
- Wet Wicklow weekends full of rolling hills and outdoor activity
- Honored and blessed, singing Handel's "Messiah" at the Clifden Arts Festival
- Launching into European travel, leaving Dublin to visit London and Great Missenden
It is hot in Dublin! Not just sunny, not just cloudless, but properly hot. It’s great! And this Irish “heatwave of the decade” (mid 80s Fahrenheit I'd say) is sooo preferable to the heatwave going on at home at the moment (mid 90s and very very humid). As you can imagine, everyone here is delighted but slightly uncomfortable since normally an Irish summer would be lucky to have two or three days like this sprinkled across June and July rather than a solid week of it in one go.
I had the day off on Monday, and I had some [more] American house guests [again!], so I woke them up with some lovely brown bread from the Bretzel Bakery and all the toppings I could come up with from my cupboard and fridge. (Cheddar, Ballymaloe relish, fresh basil from my exciting new basil plant, honey, butter, peanut butter, and jam.)
After feasting – we didn’t even sit, just ate over the cutting boards in the kitchen – I took them into town to get on the DART for a day out!