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The Ferns of Blarney July 13, 2017

Most of you have probably heard of the Blarney Stone. If you haven’t, here’s the short of it. There’s a stone in Blarney Castle, and if you kiss it, which is way harder than it sounds, btw, you’ll be blessed with the gift of eloquence.

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Naturally, when planning our Ireland expedition, we decided we had to swing by Blarney Castle. Yes, I have heard all the awful stories of locals doing terrible things to the stone at night. But if I’m going to start the zombie apocalypse, I’d just assume get the monster germs that end the world doing something memorable.

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We had planned to be at Blarney Castle for like an hour. Get in, kiss the stone, and leave. Honestly when we saw the price of admission to the castle grounds I rolled my eyes a bit. It was quite a bit of money to kiss a stone. But then they gave us a map of the Blarney Castle Grounds, and it all made sense. (more…)

 

The Florentine Faux Pas May 31, 2014

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I would love to say that my husband and I never fight. That we exist as two co-dependent peas in a pod and that our morning breathe smells like gummy bears and sunshine. But this would be a lie. We do fight. Not often, and usually not for more than ten minutes (I have a short attention span, and being mad is boring), but we do fight.

A few days ago, we were talking with some friends about being in Florence, Italy last year. My husband laughed and said, “Yeah, I really thought you were going to murder me.” And all the memories of considering pushing him out in front of a bus came flooding back. I either had to walk away from the story or hire a bus to finish the job. And this is why. (more…)

 

The Smell in the Station September 21, 2013

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When you travel, you expect to find things that are different from what you’re used to. One of those things is toilets. My husband and I watched tons of documentaries before we went to Europe, and a bunch of them said that in Italy there were some places where a toilet meant squatting over a hole in the ground. Me being the strange person that I am, I was really excited about this. I wanted to pee in the hole. (more…)

 

Breaking and Exiting September 18, 2013

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A lot of things are different in Europe. I was looking forward to the cultural differences on our big trip. Seeing the world, learning about other people.  Excitement! Adventure! Yay! Well, that’s all well and good. But everyone has limits. (more…)

 

Ruff Dining in the Ruins September 16, 2013

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I have a tendency to panic eat. I get so excited about what I’m doing, I forget to eat until I get to Critical Mass Hunger. CMH usually involves me sitting down wherever I am and crying. But my husband has known me for a long time, and he understands the problems that come with not feeding the Megan. (more…)

 

A Problem at St. Peter’s September 14, 2013

On our lovely trip to Europe my husband took me to see Vatican city. We went to the museum, we saw the Sistine Chapel, it was beautiful. I loved it… almost. For those of you who have never been to this blog before, I’m not really the reverent type, and I have a real problem considering anything sacred that has more than one gift shop. But the people in Vatican City were the rudest people I have ever met in my life! Never again will I tolerate people saying New Yorkers are rude. The Vatican is the worst! (more…)