Last weekend Darling and me went to Dublin, Ireland for a short vacation. We had a lot of everything: A lot of rain on the day we arrived, a lot of sunshine on Saturday (we went on a half day trip to the fishing village of Howth, where I took the picture above; and we even saw a seal in the harbour!), we walked a lot, and we ate a lot of fried food – fish and chips, burger and chips, more chips, and another burger. I took several hundred pictures, we went to mass at St. Patrick’s Cathedral on Sunday morning which was cancelled after maybe 15 minutes due to a fire alert (false alert), and we slept in really small hostel cots (at least in a double room with enclosed bathroom, we’re a little too old and solitary to share a dorm with noisy teenagers or drunken tourists). We walked around Temple Bar at night, wandered quiet backstreets, bought raincoats, watched birds taking a bath, and watched the sun go down from the top of a hill at Howth (the hill in the background of the photo, actually). Both plane rides went better than expected, though I had a little trouble with breathing and feeling panic on the way to Ireland – the trip back was much easier, despite some small turbulences. Music, a massage ball, and a hand to squeeze were really helpful.