Dingle Dingle Dingle

So, it's my birthday. And I smell like roses. From this amazing body lotion at this ridiculously gorgeous bed and breakfast that overlooks the Dingle Bay and harbor. Uhmm, yes please? Can every birthday be this good? I've been pretty fortunate with my birthdays, I'm not going to lie. I'm not the out and about pub girl, and I'm not a huge fan of birthday parties... for some reason crowds of friends who are there just for me make me anxious (hence why I don't want a wedding!) And yes, I know that's insane. Thank you.

So for me, this is paradise. A cute B & B, Irish rain and mist, and a trip to my great grandfather's home town on the agenda.

Last night, we drove the entire Dingle Peninsula loop which was rocky cliff, Atlantic Ocean beauty, we bought Irish wool sweaters (Thanks Beeb!) and had Easter dinner at Fentons. And no, we did not have a 3rd growth 96 Bordeaux, but it was lovely nonetheless. Then, after a tasty morsel, we went to the Dingle Pub, where Brad confirmed that yes, crazy Irish people do know Woodlawn. We met a guy that had gone to Woodlawn, and his friends all had friends that live there. Brad didn't even have to say New York, or America. Just Woodlawn.

There was also this crazy American kid, in a pink shirt (obviously), who rented Irish friends. Uhmm, yeah. Reminded me of BC. Apparently, he's pretty wealthy, and had used some website called rent-a-friend (some of the girls were wearing T-shirts) because he wanted the "Irish experience." 5 girls and 2 guys. And he pays for their accommodations and travel; they pay their food and drink. The girl was telling me that it was a business school project, and to check it out on facebook (which I don't have), and that it's a great deal for them. The bartender wasn't hiding the fact that he thought the whole thing was nuts. So... do rich Irish people want to rent me for the Hamptons? Just saying.

I re-confirmed that Smithwicks tastes better in Ireland, had my first official Guinness pint, and also got to recollect happy study abroad days with a pint of Bulmers. Then, it was my birthday! Headed home, found a tasty morsel of cake waiting for us because our Pax House B&B owner was afraid that we never woke up from our power nap. Birthday cake! Yay!

As I write this, the fog has rolled in. I can barely see the mountainous landscape in the distance. So peaceful.

Headed to Clare. Might try and get some P90X Yoga in if possible. Might be relaxing.