Last I wrote we were still in Ireland, and much has happened over the past 3 weeks. That one bad day lead to a lot of phenomenal ones. I got to visit the Boyne Valley and go inside the tomb at Newgrange, look out at the land at the Hill of Tara, leave offerings for the gods and continue the blessing for Penelope (a counter to the horrible island adventure).
J joined us in Dublin after it had been just P and I for two and a half weeks. Say it with me now: Adjustment! But it was so wonderful to reconnect as a family. We toured the city, and the Guinness Brewery, and I got to do a whiskey tasting at the Old Jameson Distillery!
We saw J's brother and his beautiful partner join in wedded bliss (in a really wicked castle in Scotland), we went hutting (off the grid cabin) in the Highlands and drove through the Cairngorm Mountains, we took a black cab tour in Belfast in a silver mini van and lay down for the Goddess and her consort in Sweden on the Summer Solstice.
Before we hit Canada, we were in Iceland. Just for a stop in Reykjavik. (To grab a bottle of Icelandic Vodka) Flying over all the various terrain has us planning a future vacation to swim in the Blue Lagoon, hike the mountains, snowshoe across glaciers and warm up in the hot springs. It was the most magical, diverse and beautiful landscape I have ever seen.
Yes, it was that kind of vacation; we went everywhere.
I have so many stories to tell and don't really know where to start, I'm going to have to write a book. You will then have to buy it to hear about the 34 days on the road in Europe with a baby. I'll make back some of what the trip cost, you'll get to read a fun story and we'll call it a day. ;)
No? Okay. Reader's Digest version it is. Let's go backwards, starting with Sweden.
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