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Wednesday, May 02, 2012

The Pub Tour…

05/02/2012

Back in mid-2001 The Nancy and I began to plan a trip to Ireland.  We ordered travel guides and poured over them elevating our excitement to visit the Emerald Isle.  Then “IT” happened. 

September 11, 2001 put the kibosh on our plans, we felt terribly uneasy about air travel, so our plans were put on the back burner and the fire went out…almost.  From time-to-time over the years The Nancy or I would mention it, but the trip plans were never really resurrected until about a month ago.

We were sitting at the bar in one of our favorite haunts in Winchester, VA.  A couple sat beside us and as we chatted we learned they were from Ireland and had recently visited there.  We got the bug again, in a fashion, but the plans kind of hung out there as I ruminated over the cost of such a venture.  We are looking at about $7000 for an eight-day visit with all the trimmings. 

That is a bunch of money, a huge expense considering I am a senior citizen living on a fixed income.  I used it as an excuse to one of our daughters as the reason for my waffling.  Said daughter quickly gave me hell for thinking that way.  She actually shamed me into completing the plans, and once The Nancy cleared it with her boss, I did the appropriate “clicking” and the trip was planned, the flight was planned and all of it was paid for via American Express (the bill hits next month).

As daughter Meredith so aptly put it, if I didn’t make the trip I would regret the decision for the rest of my life.  And, she is probably more than correct.

So, with just a little over 60 days until we depart the US on a 10pm flight to Dublin, I am already anxious to “git-er-done.”  I can picture myself sitting on a stool in an Irish pub, a pint of Guinness firmly grasped, singing “Danny Boy” at the top of my lungs.  A sight some of you can envision with a high degree of clarity.  I am only hopeful there is enough Guinness brewed and safely stocked awaiting my arrival.  Perhaps I should alert the media.

And that is all I have to say about that…

 
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