The last part of our epic trip found us in New York for only a couple days. This time we were lucky enough to have a friend living there that we were able to stay with. Here is a bit of what ensued….
From Ibiza we headed over to Ireland! Ireland is especially dear to me. While i’m a bit of a mutt (and proud of it) my family connects most closely with our Irish heritage and upbringing. Our family on my Dad’s side (via my Oma/Grandmother) originates from County Cork. For this trip we stayed in Dublin solely but we do plan on returning for County Cork and Galway. :3
We struck up many random conversations in Ireland. I’m introverted by nature but everyone we encountered was beyond charming and lovingly quirky and I couldn’t help engaging any chance we got. In these conversations Seth seemed to have fun informing people that my family comes from County Cork and the reaction was almost always the same, “Aaah, where the rebels and freedom fighters are from.” Seth: “Makes sense!”
We used Airbnb for Dublin and stayed at the apartment of a college student who was returning home to the states to visit her family. Here’s the exterior on James Joyce Street…
The rest of the pictures pick up after we got settled in …..
On to Ibiza!! Ibiza is an island off the coast of Spain (about 49 miles). This stunning island became a vacation away from our vacation. Between all the scrambling and packing of spending a day or two here and there and running (literally sometimes) to catch flights, this was a nice, mellow, and relaxing change of pace. We used Airbnb again and couldn’t have been happier.
The owner of the place we stayed via Airbnb, Pablo, also owned his own rental car company and offered to give us rides anytime he was around. Which we only took advantage of a couple times to the airport and back, one trip to a supermarket, and when Pablo drove us into town so we could check out the clubs. We didn’t want to put him out at all and when he asked what time we’d like him to pick us up we just said, “whatever’s good for you” (thinking maybe midnight). “Ok! How about 4am?” @_@ Pablo knows how to party.
We were conveniently located next to a cute airy restaurant (called “Stop” I think). So, we had fun walking over for some occasional tapas and such, like my first breakfast in Ibiza (pictured above).
It was a bit of a hike but Seth and I would walk to the beach each day we were there. Turns out this beach was A-OK with boobies so just a warning, you may find some boobage. I’ll be honest, I considered what’d it’d be like going topless for a second and decided it wasn’t for me….nor did I want that kind of sunburn to deal with.
(Above: Same view, picture on the right is taken through Seth’s polarized sunglasses)
I apologize for the semi-long break in between my last post. Father’s Day weekend was quite busy and included a trip to an Irish Festival in Long Beach which i’ll be posting about soon!
Aaaanyways, back to the trip!!
The next stop on our cruise was Florence. Well, it was supposed to be. We were very excited to see Florence but due to some unforeseen circumstances etc we found ourselves with very limited time, just enough time to walk around and have lunch and a snack in Rome. Sure, it was sad we missed Florence but i’m not complaining in the least. I’m all too grateful for everything we did get to experience and enjoy. Besides, that just gives us an extra excuse for a future trip to Florence.
Back on to the cruise ship and onto the second destination!! We were allotted only so many hours on land and we had some close calls. The main being our shuttle bus that takes passengers to and fro the ship deciding not to stick around for it’s last shuttle departure. He felt he had taken enough people back already and that was probably good enough. (and said so!) We were among the last pair of couples that were going to be left behind despite us all reaching our appointed destination well on time. While I was wrought with nerves from firing on all cylinders ( que Shiba Doge emotions….MUCH EXCITE, SO ENCHANTMENT, WAY FATIGUE, WOW TASTE) and nearly convinced we’d been abandoned for good and would just have to make a new life for ourselves at Pisa (much in the vein of “From The Mixed Up Files of Mrs. Basil E. Frankweiler) and was really looking forward to our new Antiquarian Hobo lifestyle…WHEN!!! A shuttle bus showed up….As I was daydreaming my companions had struggled and succeeded in getting them to send a bus back.
We had caught back up with the rain and just like our last experience…RAIN WAS NOT THE BOSS OF US!! In fact, I think the rain added a lot of character to an experience that could have otherwise been typical. Who would have known rain and gelato go so well together.
The next part of our on-going journey brought us to a cruise on Royal Caribbean. This was my first cruise and as I have nothing to base it on it was quite awesome to me. I’m so unfamiliar with the ways of cruises that while packing I had figured we’d be doing so much walking I didn’t bring any heels with me. I thought some silvery strappy sandals would do if we decided to get dressed up. You can imagine the face I made when I found out that formal dress, that means heels for ladies, were mandatory. :O …. >:O Shit.
It worked out. How many chicks can say they have a pair of shoes they picked up in the French Riviera? I’m such a tomboy it’s extra astonishing and hilarious for me.
I’m not going to focus on the cruise ship but the locations we got to dock at. Very quickly tho’ before I move on I’d like to note that it took me about a day to get my “sea legs”. I don’t get seasick but the movement of such a huge ship on water was the oddest feeling. It made me dizzy and disoriented, so much so that it made me think of the movie Vertigo. I was pretty wobbly and had to lean on Seth. I looked like a drunk cat with tape stuck on it’s side. Anyways, I just wanted to leave you guys with that funny image. (well, and a few pics of the cruise ship)
As we approached Cannes the weather was still very overcast. However, when it was time for us to make for dry land and explore, the sun was out and there was hardly a cloud in the sky.
Cannes engulfed in the Film Festival atmosphere was surreal. The first thing you notice are the GIANT yachts. Some so big they had helipads…you know, for their private helicopters for when they need to make caviar runs. There was an eclectic mix of people ranging from natives to tourists to press doing their jobs to fans to stars of the films themselves. We had a funny Alec Baldwin experience. There was no violence involved.
Of the places i’ve been, Barcelona and Ireland are my favorite. Let’s focus on Barcelona…
Barcelona really blew me away. Not only does it have an almost identical climate to my sunny Southern California but the food…THE FOOD!! I’ve always felts i’ve had a bit of a goofy palate but everything I had in Barcelona was like it was made for my exact palate. This dish in particular really captures that.
I would describe it but I made a 1 page comic based on my actual reaction to this delectableness which you can check out below!