Wednesday, May 23: Day before we leave. Z gets back from Uruguay. Late that night we look at our tickets and realize our flight leaves at 1:40 pm, not 4:00 pm. Oops. Rethink packing schedule.
Thursday, May 24: Make our 1:40 flight. I forget my trusty pink sweater and my sunglasses, but, hey, it's Ireland, how often will I need my sunglasses? Babies are amazing and sleep almost the entire flight from NY to Shannon. Very yummy airplane food, I had ravioli. Z bags on the ravioli he had while flying to Uruguay, but this was obviously different ravioli, mine was delicious!
Friday, May 25: Arrive in Shannon at 7ish am. Our stroller wheel is very bent. Z whacks it back into place and we're off! Our rental Peugeot, despite being "mid-size" is very tiny. Z jokes with car rental guy about the French, then puzzle-pieces our 2 suitcases, double stroller, diaper bag, baby backpack, and carry-on nicely into it. Oh, and the pipe/tube thingy he whipped together to carry our umbrellas. Oh yeah, and the babies.
We got to our B&B in Blarney later that morning. Oh, how we wanted to sleep! But it's off to Blarney castle with us. We strapped the babies on (my front, Z's back) and climbed up to the top. There was the potential for Bran to bonk his head a couple of times in the skinny spiral staircases, but we took our job as parents seriously and kept him from any noggin damage. I've
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Sounds like a fun trip guys.
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