Friday, March 18, 2016
YES. YES. YES
When I was pregnant with my first child and living in Norton St. Philip, Somerset, a favorite weekend activity was a walk to The George for a smoked salmon sandwich and a Guinness. No one had yet suggested that maybe pregnant women should't drink, and in fact, the folks at Guinness positively encouraged it. Ever since, I've considered a pint a meal.
Several years later I misguidedly took to drinking Guinness mixed with cider, which I think was meant as a cheap substitute for champagne. Today the thought of either combination makes me wince. God, what we drank when we were young!
I've spent lots of time in England and some in Scotland and Wales, but I've never been to Ireland. My father, who was an aspiring but unsuccessful playwright, named me after Sean O'Casey, and I've always felt somehow, somewhat, Irish, which is not as unusual as you might think for a Jewish girl growing up in 1950s America. And then I read Ulysses, or rather studied it, with a reading group at the Rosenbach Museum, three times.
Since holiday anticipation is at least 50% of the pleasure of traveling, I am already telling friends and family about our trip to Dublin this June. It's still 3 months off, but I've reserved plane tickets and a hotel and even bought tickets to the corny Ulysses breakfast at the James Joyce Center. I will not, however, be eating kidneys.
Any suggestions for must sees, must eats or day trips are enthusiastically encouraged.
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