Started with breakfast and laughs. Fuel for our final full day. We went souvenir hunting (almost bought a scarf, then remembered I don’t have a money tree). We wandered through the Dead Zoo, which is far more charming than it sounds-Victorian displays, a sense of curious wonder, and taxidermy that’s …
After a cab ride to the ominously named Dead Man’s Inn, we started our road trip north. Michael joined us and Sarah spotted Monasterboice along the way—ancient Celtic crosses rising from tangled greenery like silent sentinels. Next, we hit The Dark Hedges. A dream 15 years in the making for …
The day began with breakfast and bird nicknames before exploring St. Stephen’s Green and enjoying coffee at Kaph. Highlights included the Book of Kells and the awe-inspiring Long Room, followed by visits to the National Museum and the Guinness Storehouse. The day concluded with whiskey tasting and a fulfilling dinner at Boxtie.
The excitement of arriving in Dublin after a long wait was palpable upon landing. After reuniting with friends, I embarked on a city tour, capturing moments on camera for the first time in eight months. The day concluded at The Blind Pig speakeasy and Mulligan’s pub, savoring authentic Guinness and Dublin’s atmosphere.
A morning in Venice offered a canvas of vivid hues as we embarked on a voyage, one that was awaited for more than a decade. The anticipation danced in harmony with the waves as we hailed a water taxi near the Rialto Bridge. The taxi driver, though not as informative …
I’m not Rosa Parks, nor am I Joan of Arc or Claudia Ehrhard. Sometimes I think I’m wasting my life making art that no one cares about. And then I look at my three gorgeous rescue cats and my loving husband, and I wonder if I really have to do …
As a woman in her forties, I must admit that I’ve embraced the age-old saying of “Fake it till you make it” when it comes to beauty. And let’s face it, who doesn’t want to enhance their natural beauty? Nails, hair, and eyelashes have repeatedly found their way into my …
Are you familiar with the phrase “getting long in the tooth”? Well, at 40 years old, I thought I was pretty long in the tooth already, but apparently, I still had some room for growth – in my mouth, that is. Recently, I had the pleasure of getting a wisdom …
