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.
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.
When I stepped out of the plane last Wednesday, I took a moment to enjoy the fact that I was back in Rigolet. The air, crisp and cold, felt good on my skin.
After spending an entire day working from Jungle Jim’s in Happy Valley-Goose Bay, Nic, Jason, Frazer, and I awoke way too early this morning to make our way to the airport to catch the flight that would deliver us to Rigolet. This would be my first time back to the community since August of 2018….
It has been well over a month since I boarded a plane. While this might be considered a sure sign of the apocalypse, please rest assured that this lapse in vertical gain will soon be corrected.
Good lord, I can’t believe I started this year with a list of goals and I completely neglected scotch! What has become of me?
Last year I opted to approach my goal of reading for fun without any sort of plan. This meant that most of the books I read were gifted to me, or those that randomly grabbed my attention when I wandered aimlessly through the bookstore. Not a bad method, but also not overly strategic.
Now that 2018 has been filed away under things of the past, it’s time to look to the future and what it could be. More specifically, it’s time for me to write down the things I want to achieve before the clock ushers in yet another new year.
Considering everything that has dominated the headlines around the world this year, one might best describe 2018 as a glorious dumpster fire fueled by the antics of an orange bloviating toddler and those who would emulate his example (or at least be emboldened by it). And yet, despite all of the awful things we’ve read…
It’s beginning to look a lot like Christmas! And as such, it’s time for me to pack up and head off to an undisclosed destination for a few days of rest and relaxation. There will be food. There will be scotch. And there will be napping.
Yesterday, I finally learned to make bread – assuming you exclude the breads I’ve made in the past that are really just cake in disguise. I’m looking at you banana, pumpkin, and zucchini breads.