A fun Irish weekend
I got on a plane this weekend, by myself and flew to Cork in Ireland. You forget just how easy air travel can be when it’s just with yourself and there’s no kids to worry about. Yes it was St. Patrick’s day, but the reason for my long overdue visit was to meet up with one of my dearest friends. I also wanted to prove my husband wrong, as he has repeatedly said that this re-union would never happen - given that me and my friend are the two least organised people he has ever met in his life. Well, it did finally happen and we had such a great time! Maybe I should get myself organised more often...
Yes Ireland is just beautiful and the people are so friendly (so you can totally believe all that stuff they say in the tourist brochures). I’ve only been to Dublin before, so I was really looking forward to seeing some of the more rural parts. First day we did a bit of hiking and I got to discover some amazing views.
The second day the weather turned really cold, but it was just as well because after freezing our socks off watching the st. Patrick’s day parade it was nice to cosy up in the pub, watching the England-Ireland rugby game.
Most of all, it was just so great to have all that time to properly catch up with one of my closest and oldest friends (she’s the same age as me, but we’ve been friends for a loong time). I stayed in a truly rural location, in a traditional cottage that reflected my friend’s beautiful taste, full of vintage items and warm colours.
I love it when I visit homes that have a harmonious feel, capturing the owner’s unique taste. I believe that if you put some effort into designing your own place so that you truly feel comfortable in your surroundings, then other people will enjoy themselves there too. My friend’s partner had even made some of the furniture himself and it was just beautiful.
I did start really missing the kids towards the end of my visit, so it was nice to come home too. I was actually a little bit shocked how well my husband had coped with everything during my absence. The house was all tidy and things looked, dare I say it... organised? Maybe I ought to go away more often?