As this post is mainly photo-based, I’ll keep the text short.
Killarney = beautiful
Muckross Park Hotel and Spa = incredible
Kerry = stunning
Will I go back? Yes
I’m going to keep the text brief as the photos speak for themselves.
Myself and two of my very close friends took a trip down to Glendalough on Saturday to catch the last of the snow. Usually this place is BUZZING with tourists, buses, families, etc but the weather over the last week and a half had made the place pretty inaccessible. But no less beautiful.
It was the perfect opportunity to try out the new iPhone X’s camera (you can decide what you think from the photos).
The snow and mist made this usually familiar trail completely unrecognisable – like an Icelandic fjord or something out of Middle Earth. There was no wind but the rain got so heavy at one point that the lake burst its banks and the river became a genuine threat. But we trudged through snow, ice and rivers to see what this usually busy and lusciously green valley had to offer – and we were not disappointed!
I promised myself I would start 2018 as I meant to go on and if that meant Afternoon Tea at the Ritz, then so be it. (Spoiler, nothing has really come close to it in the two weeks since).
The Ritz is an institution of tea, brioche sandwiches and homemade cakes, its only competitor being the likes of Claridge’s. If you do plan to go, I would recommend booking it, and booking it early as, although they have four sittings a day, it is extremely popular.
We arrived a little early due to the Mayor’s New Year’s Parade and were seated in the lounge which allowed me some time to take some sneaky photos. Photography is allowed but you’re asked to take your shots discreetly.
A brief one as I stand in line for 2018
Here’s to the one who said it was going to be fine, when I was sure it wasn’t.
To the one who wanted a catch up but didn’t let me say a thing.
To the one whose actions contradict their words
To the one who didn’t ask questions and just sent support
To the one who never makes me feel welcome
To the one who thought I had no feelings of my own to hurt.
To the ones I hurt more than I knew.
To the one I wish I ended things better with
To the friends I disappointed by my own lack of courage or back bone
Note: this is probably not the most curated post I’ve ever written, I’m extremely sleep deprived but I wanted to get it out while it was still fresh in my head.
This day last week was a hard one. Not in terms that something bad had happened but I was struggling to keep myself motivated to do anything. At all. I was bored. My job had finished and everything else was gradually coming to an end or were just simply unsatisfying. So on a whim, I booked a four day trip to London.
Don’t get me wrong, this is not a natural response when I want to “get away from things”. It’s just for once in my life, I had the means and the funds to do it. So why the f*** not.
I talk about living in California so much that you’d think I’d spent my whole life there. My friends often quip me with “oh my god, were you in California?” even when I mention it in passing – you know who you are. They think that I had some sort of soul-searching there, which is true, I did learn a lot about myself and life after college, and that came from both good and bad experiences but that trip was only what I can describe as a partial catalyst to who I am now.
San Francisco, for a few short months, became my second home and even though I’ve moved out and lived elsewhere since, I don’t miss campus half as much as I miss the laid back vibe of the city by the bay.
I think it’s only apt that I write my holiday post from T2B in Budapest, given that I wrote my last post in Dublin airport. There is a significant lack of a sugar laden hot chocolate though, and I’ve had to settle for a coffee from none other than Costa. Yes, they have Costa here. Not the first brand you’d pray they’d have on holidays but at least it’s a familiarity.