Having spent three awesome nights in Bruges, Manon and I bought our train tickets and finally made our way to Amsterdam – not a bad way to celebrate my 44th birthday. Unfortunately, Amsterdam would be the final destination on this our third European adventure together.
My first trip to Bruges was several years ago with Gerarda, Alan, Aidan, and Amanda. We’d traveled there to celebrate Christmas, and to be honest it was one of the best Christmas adventures I’ve ever had. I knew then that Bruges would become a multi-vacation destination. It’s just too damn impressive to simply visit once.
Prior to arriving in Ireland, Manon and I only had three things sorted. First, we knew that we would be flying into Dublin, second, we knew that we wanted to visit Bruges, and third, we knew that we’d be flying home from Amsterdam. All of the stuff that would happen between those three points in…
Saturday began with another fantastic Irish breakfast, courtesy of the owner of the Loisderrig House in Glenbeigh. It was also laundry day, and fortunately for us, there was an outdoor laundromat just down the street at the combination gas station and grocery store.
Standing on the very edge of the Cliffs of Moher makes a lot of people uncomfortable. At least, that’s what I learned when Manon and I made our way there from Ennis.
My second day in Dublin began at The Lovinspoon with a hearty bowl of porridge smothered in bananas, blueberries, and dried nuts and fruits, as well a fantastic americano. It was exactly the type of breakfast that I needed given the sleep-deprived wanderings of the previous day.
Despite the fact that our plane departed Toronto roughly four hours after I had thought it was going to – not because of any flight delays, but because I was just that excited about vacation – Manon and I have safely arrived in Dublin. Surprisingly, this is my first official visit to Ireland.