I Don't Know What Today's Date Is, But I Can Find My Apartment

Holy, cold weather, batman! It has been cold the last couple of days. Texas weather has nothing on the Emerald Isle. You think the weather is fickle in the Lone Star State? This weather changes hourly, making it quite difficult to plan my outfits. Which if you know me, is critical. The good news? I felt more in place today than I have since I have gotten here. Colum let me off early and Bec and I went to eat at a little cafe and then I walked her to her hair appointment. She has opted to get pink highlights in her hair (yes, I said pink). Little did we know that this process takes two hours, so I left her to her own devices and meandered around the shops. I found that my instincts are sharper now when it comes to navigation and obviously, I found my way back to the apartment...and back to my computer without a problem. It made the stroll home much more enjoyable. My shoulders were not up to my ears, I was not constantly searching for street signs (which may or may not be visible) and now I flinch much less at on-coming traffic. I am hoping that I don't stick out so much anymore. I even caught myself grinning on the way back here. It felt good not to be so obvious. The reason I say this is because Colum has a little game he plays that I like to call, "they're American". Colum and I spent a lot of time at the airport this past weekend and he liked to point out who he thought the Americans were......usually, they were the most dopey people in the bunch. But, I don't feel too bad as he also has a British version of the game.

I did notice today that Dublin is full of sharply dressed men in suit and ties, pressed pants and cashmere sweaters. Most of whom are donning shoulder bags--adorable. If I wasn't married to the most amazing man..... Now, I don't get to see this too often in West Texas; the only reason being is that Robert's work doesn't require that type of dress. Since my dear husband has a great sense of humor and is up for anything.....I will be escorting my own walking cashmere sweater one evening after he arrives. And I have located the most perfect and reasonable sweaters that I have come across thus far. Yes, RC, you read me right! :)

I have no pictures today--I think I have taken a picture of anything in Dublin that stands still. Bec and I will be taking the train up north tomorrow and I hope that have some great pictures for you tomorrow.

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