I haven’t seen you in a week. I’ve been traveling around Ireland with a friend. You would know this if you followed me on Instagram.
All of my pictures have been of food, with the odd shot of flowers, sky, or animal. On Wednesday, I saw no less than three rainbows on the drive from Galway to Connemara. THREE. Did Ireland do this on purpose? Like, “Jasmine and her friend will be here for the first time ever so lets make sure our rainbow game is solid.”
The rainbows and the lovely people who are so warm and sound like they are singing sometimes when they talk. The Guinness does taste better here. Brown bread is wonderful but I’m still figuring out my feelings about the brown bread ice cream at Murphy’s.
I have consumed a lot of delicious seafood and beef and lamb. Also vegetables when they were snuck in (usually under the seafood and beef and lamb).
Can we talk about the butter and cheese? Can we go on a European cheese and butter tour that consists of rolling our pudgy selves around Ireland, England, and France?
Do you suppose I can bring back a wee lamb to give me wool for a sweater? Or maybe one of the many well-behaved dogs I’ve seen strolling, off-leash (!), around Dingle and Galway and Dublin and Killarney?
I bought myself a sweater at the Aran Sweater Market in Killarney. It came from the men’s department. It’s very form fitting but I suspect it will give a little after I wear it more. I very nearly got it in black because then it would have looked like this sweater that Tom Hiddleston wore once on “Top Gear”.
And you know how I feel about Tom Hiddleston.
I think I like him almost as much as I like Ireland.
Miss you. See you Monday.