An American girl in Dublin by Annie Tanner
Launching into European travel, leaving Dublin to visit London and Great Missenden
Posted on Saturday, October 19, 2013 at 05:15 AM
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- 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
|Annie Tanner with her brother in London|
Last month I finally went on my first little European trip outside of Ireland since moving here, alllll the way to jolly old England. I had plans to see Rome, Barcelona, and Helsinki this year, none of which have materialized (though I may be going to Edinburgh in two weeks!), but at least I made it over to GB. I went with Jen, who was flying home to visit her family. She’s one of those kids who have grown up all over the world, moving every couple of years because of a parent’s job. She’s “from England,” but never lived there, and her parents have just recently returned to their home country and moved into a house there.
Flying on an evening Ryanair flight midweek to Luton Airport meant we had Dublin Airport (and our airplane) almost completely to ourselves, always a slightly peculiar feeling. I haven’t flown Ryanair that often, but the company is a constant topic of conversation in Ireland. It’s really not a great experience flying with them, especially as it kept feeling like we would level out, suddenly angle up and take off again, level out, then rise again steeply. And those planes always come in to land with waytoo much speed still built up. Ack! But we got there safely, and were met by Jen’s super excited parents.
|That's my brother!|
Most of our stay was spent in the house’s kitchen, baking and eating. (Bread, cookies, Chinese soup and noodle-y things, fruit pudding, roasted vegetables, brownies and more. By my special request we also consumed a party bag of Wotsits, the British Cheese Puff.) It was beyond comforting to be in a family home again being taken care of by a mom and a dad.
Great Missenden has a train station and it’s about a 35 minute ride into central London. I went in twice, once with Jen to see an old friend of hers (we got dinner in Chinatown), and then again to meet up with my brother, who lives and works in London and whom I hadn’t seen in a whole year. He walked me around Notting Hill, bought me a soup and a beer, and showed me his stunning, posh house. (What a law degree delivers that a history degree doesn’t!)
|The Roald Dahl Museum and Story Centre|
I really didn’t want to leave and go back to my real life after three nights of going to sleep without a care in the world, having an agenda of “bake, craft, and possible day trip” to look forward to. So, thanks Jen for letting me crash your trip home!