There are gorgeous statues dotting the streets of Dublin, Ireland. One of the most well-known is the Liberator Statue (also known as the O’Connell Statue) on O’Connell Street. The bronze statue depicts Daniel O’Connell, an Irish political leader from the 1800s. When I wasn’t celebrating St. Patrick’s Day in Ireland and making my liver hateContinue reading “Daily Wanderlust: Dublin’s Liberator Statue”
I realize just in writing this how entirely lucky I am: I spent St. Patrick’s Day in Ireland in 2010. Damn. Lucky. However, while I was lucky to be there, I did have one tiny problem during my five days in this charming country (Dublin and Galway). My liver hated me. Despised me. Was ready to fallContinue reading “Daily Wanderlust: Dublin’s Guinness Factory”
Exactly two years ago, I was sitting in a bed, hungover and in a fight with my liver after meeting Abbey, of A Chick With Baggage, in Dublin. For four days, we took on Ireland, hitting the Jameson Distillery, Guinness factory and pretending we owned Temple Bar. The day before St. Patrick’s Day, we, alongContinue reading “Daily Wanderlust: Galway, Ireland”
Editor’s Note: This guest post comes from Executive Chef Jose M. Navarro from the Las Vegas outlet of the popular Beso Steakhouse. He’s agreed to lend his culinary expertise to d travels ’round and provide backpacker recipes you can make without breaking the bank or getting too elaborate. We all know how great some hostelContinue reading “Backpacker Recipe: Corned Beef Quesadillas for St. Patty’s Day”
I sat in the back of Brock’s SUV, looking out into the nighttime desert landscape … flat and black, giving way to the Strip a few miles ahead of us. It had been an emotional six days in Las Vegas. I had arrived days earlier and spent my first night with Kyla, showing her photosContinue reading “Some place with a view”
I stood at the door of the house in Galway where I was staying, fumbling desperately with the lock I just couldn’t get to open. “It’s an Irish lock,” Abbey explained on the phone, “You just have to mess with it.” And mess with it I did. Only, nothing worked. I put the key in,Continue reading “The upside of Irish locks”
I arrived in Dublin in the early afternoon, Abbey (that’s @ahesser on Twitter and the author behind the fabulous site, A Chick with Baggage) and her friend Brian greeted me at the aiport.
That was the last time in five days there was absolutely no alcohol coursing through my blood (sorry, Mom and Dad).
The following is an excerpt from my liver’s journal …
The first time I tried on the little silver Fossil necklace adorned with 3-dimensional dove, the chain broke in my hand.
I wanted it so badly. I had been given a $25 gift card to Macy’s and was browsing the inexpensive jewelry, looking for something to symbolize the wanderlust I was feeling (cause, you know, a cheap piece of jewelry can so do that).
And there it was, attached to the flimsy plastic/cardboard holder with one word written all pretty on it:
“Where are you going? How long are you here? Where are you staying? How do you know the person you are staying with? How did you meet? How long have you known each other? What does your friend do? What do you do? Where do you live?” The immigrations officer fired question after question at me.
I stood at the counter, silently praying she would stop asking questions and stamp my passport.
Fortunately, she did.
I had spent my entire flight across the Atlantic paranoid. When I went to check in online earlier in the day, I was informed I had to call the airline — that my trip was beyond the limit for travel and a visa was required.
My heart nearly jumped into my chest.
How could I have missed this? I thought I was good to go.