Four days in Dublin meant
walking
eating
laughing
hanging in pubs
poking through shops
absorbing the charm of old buildings and bleak weather
being with dear friends

walking
eating
laughing
hanging in pubs
poking through shops
absorbing the charm of old buildings and bleak weather
being with dear friends


All I know is that it was a good trip. It was a necessary break from being a parent and partner. It made me a little more aware of myself. It enabled me to understand who I am as a traveler and what I like to do on a holiday. It reminded me that my friends accept me for who I am and I need not worry about being perfect. It also reinforced how important my friends are in my life. I need them and should always remember to have fun with them. The four friends I spent time with are charismatic, thoughtful, funny and frickin' gorgeous.

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