Canadians Invade

The past couple of months have brought many of our Canadian friends to Brighton. Clearly this has turned into times of festivites, reunions and a couple of Birthdays. First up, is Miles!



Miles came over by himself to see the UK. His first stop was Brighton. Its always nice have a home grown Canadian boy around. Always up for a good time, and great jokes....he clearly enjoyed the British lifestyle. Pub crawls! We showed him around Brighton and took him out for some fish and chips and ale. Now that weve been here for awhile, we dont notice the accent as much, Miles however was perplexed by it! Later, him and Christie went to London and Cork....to Kiss the Blarney Stone! I was very jealous, Christie said it was one of the greatest experiences, Miles enjoyed it as well. He then sucessfully went to Scotland and Dublin on his own...also made it safely back to CAnada!





Next up is Jessie and her sister. Obviously we were all tickled pink to be reunitied with our mate. With Jessie around it is impossible not to have a good time! In classic Jessie style it was all surprises. She didnt really tell us when she would make it to Brighton. (her and her sister are backpacking for a couple of months.) So christie and Stef got the surpirse visits at work. While I got the surpirse knock at the door.



Her vist fell on Trishas birthday. Trish turning 20 was no longer a teenager but a beautiful woman now! We all went for drinks, had dinner and ended up dancing the night away in a Gay Karoke Bar. Its really the only way to celebrate in Brighton. Filled with dancing, mustaches and cheer....it was truly a great night. We convinced the girls to stay a couple of days longer in our very full house. Catching up with her and her lovely sister was truly a treat....



Christie is meeting up with Jessie in Croatia in a week.....again.....Jealous! But thankfully the girls plan to make another trip to Brighton before heading back to the homeland.



Then it was my turn to visit London to meet up with Mary. Mary is a fellow albertan that I lived in New York with for a couple of years. She as well is backpacking, so I took the opportunity to catch up with her in London. Even though many years have pasted since Ive seen her, it was just like old times. Its great to reuntie and find them doing well in life. Its amazing how your lives will cross paths, from New York to London!



Then it was Momma Deb turn for a visit. Stef, Trish and Taylor went to meet Deb in Italy for a 5 days vaction in the tiny Italian village living in a villa. They spent their days eating superb food, drinking delicious wine, and wandering around the gorgous Italin country side.

Deb came back to Brighton with the girls to spend the night in our humble abode. It was great spending time with Deb, its always a pleasure having a Mom around. Deb left to see a bit more of Europe, but dont worry she comes back tomm for one last visit!

Your probably thinking this must be it....but nope! Next up, Joey and Megan. Trishas really good friends from home. They as well are backpacking Europe and made a pit stop in Brighton. Free accomadation goes along way when youve been backpacking for a month. The weather was hot, so they got to experience the best part of Brighton. BBQ!!



I dont mean to rub it in, but bare with me a minute......we live a min walk from the beach. So, during the hot times we lay on the beach, listen to the waves and bask in the sun. Its a hard life, I know.

So we had a feast of a BBQ then afterwards, beers by the huge bonfire that I successfully built. Thank goodness theres nothing to burn around us. Talking with Joey and Megan and hearing their stories of backpacking, it makes me really eger to go again......I will, soon enough.



After, Trish joined them in London for one last night. While she had an amazing time, she was sad to see them go. We all were.

So there you have it, The Canadian Invasion. Seven Canadians in two months. As you can tell, we are always welcome to any fellow Canadians to come visit...so book your tickets!

As well, Taylor turned 21! An adult all around the world! To celebrate we did the classic dinner and drinks but also went to the Fat Boy Slim concert. Fat Boy Slim lives in Brighton and does a concert every year to celebrate summer. 60, 000 people go to this two day concert.....I can see why....It was Epic!



We got to the venue at 3pm, and listened to DJ music, dancing and prasing the music till 11. Filled with incredible energy, and long ques....we had an aamzing time. However, were all a bit run down and sick now. It didnt help at the end of the night it was pouring rain.

Three Coins Into A Fountain and Im BACK!!!

Throw three coins into the Fountain di Trevi, think of the romance of Roma and it will bring you back. It works. Roma, for the second time in my life. Amazingly blessed am I. To increase my luck, I have my parents with me as well.

However, again....I did not plan for this trip well. I was smart enough to book in Jan for I knew that easter in Roma would be busy. Although, due to laziness and lack of knowledge I booked the flight through London Stansted airport. I know that Gatwick was the easiest to get to from Brighton...but I dont mind putting in a little extra work to get there. Wow...was I wrong.

Chattin with co-workers I mentioned my plans to leave after my double (till 11pm) to head to the airport to catch my plane at 6 am the next day. That leaves me PLENTY of time. My darling British co-workers infrom me that trains do not run all night to this airport and that might be an impossible task.

So I go to the train station to book my ticket. 50 extra pounds later...I discover the lastest train to Standsted was 850 pm the night before. That means I would be in the airport by 1130pm for a 6 am flight. Great.

I dont mean to wince but due to the kids being off school for Easter break, Giraffe was busy. Which meant four doubles in a row for me. Thats 11am till 11pm with an hour break. England clearly does not have overtime for waitress. Add to that early mornings spent shopping for shorts and packing....needless to say come Wed I was exhausted and not in the best of moods. Keep calm and carry on....right?!

I got someone to cover my shift from 830pm on and headed off. Carryng a crappy cheap carry on I bought....mostly because Im cheap. I got to the airport. Of course, many people were in the same situation as I.....so there I am on the floor with the alarm set for 3am to get my flight.

I hate airports....I hate taking planes....no room....no cormfort....O how I longed for the comforts of a train. Feeling sick from the travel I finally got to Roma. Well, at least in a matter of hours I would be reunited with my parents. I was to meet them at 2pm at the apartment we were renting. However, after a sea of texts from my mother, I realized that UK time is an hour behind of Euro time. Oops...Im late....never late....that and my mother still worries about me.

Originally my mother wanted to book me a shuttle from the airport.

Me: " Mom, you realize I have backpacked Europe for three months...if I cant find my way from the airport to the Colloseo...well then I dont deserve to travel!"

Mom: " But what if its unsafe....what will you do till we get there?! You get there hours before us!"

Me: " I suppose I will have to get an americano and look at the gorgous Colloseo!"

Bless her, Im lucky to have a mother who still babies me. After a couple americanos I was there with my parents in Roma. Unreal!

After chatting, showering, picking up some groceries we headed out to sightsee Roma. Picking up groceries my parents got their first taste of Italian customer service. Vicious, aggressive and slightly frightening. The lady at the check out throws the groceries to one side and impaintently stares as my mother as she pays the tab. Shocked, my mother was quite offended. Its rude thats for sure...but thats the way they roll.

Another scary difference is the cross walk. Sure there is a clearly marked cross walk to indicate pedesrians crossing....but Italians wont stop for you unless you start walking into traffic praying they will stop. However, near the end my mom was a pro. Confidently walking into traffic I couldnt be more proud. Dad however, always ran across....

I took my parents to the Plazzia Santa Maria where my hostel was the last tme I went. They were impressed by the beauty of the catherdral (Santa Maria) which is covered in gold and artwork. After, I was able to bring them to this tiny resturant with AMAZING pasta. Nothing fancy, fairly cheap....but the best local wine and pasta you could hope for.



After we walked to the Fountain di Trevi....the original plan was to walk to the Spanish Steps...whilst it was a 30 min walk for us girls when we went....I failed to facter the fact that my parents walk slow. Although, due to gellatio and wine they were well impressed by the fountain that brought me back to Roma. My Dad as well threw in the three coins over the left shoulder with your back to the fountain...Mom wanted to be different and just threw them in. I guess Dad's coming back to Roma alone.



Taking the metro and sightseeing with my parents was amazing.....to much fun to be exact.

Next day was the hop on hop off. We were doing a different company this time for last time I was in Rome I did the hop on hop off as well. The sights are just as stunning...everytime you see them you can not get over the fact these ancient ruins once houses emperors. You can imagine what they must have looked like in its time, It would be incredible.



After getting a feel for the city and seeing the major sights, we started walking. Passing the Cirrus Maximun where the chariot races and cirus were held. Then past the Mouth of Truth....we would have put our hands in, but alas we were not willing to stand in the 3 hour line up. Then we made our way to Piazza Venezia. This is where the monument of the unknown solidar was held. The building it self it HUGE, so much gorgous marble and monsterous bronze statues. WAlking up the steps you get a lovely view of Roma.



Beside was a church. Its 124 steps up....alot of steps indeed. Not super impressive from the outisde, inside it was unique. Dark and full of tomb coffins in the floor...it was slightly eery. This church was known for hosting many an execution on its stairs.





That night we went for Italian food, o glorious italian. Any pasta will do! Luckly my family is full of sharers. So we each order a dish and share...really its the only way to get the best of all worlds. That night I went and picked up Stef from the Metro. The collosuem stop was closed to accomdate the stations of the cross.




Full of people, and more priests and nuns then I have ever seen in my life! Above the hill over looking the Collosuem was a lite cross. There, the pope would achieve the final stage. I would have stayed to see it, but there were far to many people...and I dont really love standing in line.

It was late when I picked Stef up, and my parents were in bed. So we got a bottle of wine and chilled on a wall that overlooks the Collosuem. Boy do I love this girl....so many beautiful experience we have been blessed enough to enjoy. Not many people get the chance to enjoy a sip of wine looking at the collosuem.




Stef, who is as much apart of my family as I. Was estatic to see my parents. In the morning we all caught up on lost times. My parents were happy to have their girls back.

Friday was the Vatican. My parents were gracious enough to get us an expensive, proper tour of the world renowed Vatican. I personally, was very excited. We didnt have to wait in line, we got these fancy headsets where we could hear the tour guide load and clear....it was great. Except for the screaming child beside me...



This 3 year old is obviously not going to enjoy this tour, or understand it, or remeber it....WHY would you bring your 3 and 7 year old on a Vatican tour?! Most of the time they were making noise, or annoying the tour guide or running off into crowds...to the point that an Italian Police officer came to enguire as to why the father was yelling in fear about his 3 year old running into a crowd of people. Maybe you should keep them on a leash?!

Other than that, it was amazing....the Vatican, filled with history and riches was truly a sight to see. A little corrupt, lets face it...but impressive none the less. The big event of the say was the Sistine Chapel......o yes, the Sistine Chapel.

It was a tad hard for me to apperciate.....Ive seen stunning work in Catherdrals before, or maybe it was the build up....either way....none of us were really impressed. Maybe if I had more of an understanding of Art? I dont know, I felt bad.....but I feel like it was something Ive seen before.

Either way, St. Peter Bastillica made up for it...the tomb of St. John Paul and the fact that it wsa built on St. Peters grave is amazing. It was gorgous!!! That, and the Vatican is filled with art, artifacts and history...I love the tour incredibly.

Its interesting to think that the Vatican in of itself is a country. To the fact they have their own government, transport, mailing, everything. Obviously, unless you have soemthing to do with the Church, your not going to become a citizen. Still it was fun sending a postcard back home to the family from the Vatican. What an amazing day!

Not that our day was spoiled, but lunch was interesting. We went to some overpriced, resturant around the vatican. We did not get what we ordered and on top of that the food was cold and awful. But, not being those who complain we ate what we could. When the bill came, which was a nu,ber written on a piece of paper...which was way more then we actually ordered.....still being nice we excepted it. Considerining everything...we were being more then kind. Then the waiter....who was shit....said this does not include service...we ignored. Lets be fair...thats a bit over the top. Then when Mom paid the over amount on the bill, he said again....this does not include service...we were alll like ok.....then he starts dramatically pointing at the piece of paper...this does not include service, no tip!.....then Mom did what any respectable human would....gives him 2 euros and says....fine heres your tip! It was ridiculous, I couldnt believe how rude he was. And Mom gave him an ear full, which Im glad she did.... you cant treat people like that!! Thankfully, that was our only bad experience.

That night, we wanted to take my parents out for dinner. Ive missed all the major holidays, birthday etc...so we wanted to show them a great night! We found this amazing place with live jazz. Not only was the food and service amazing the music was top classs. It was a night for the books indeed. Best part, we found the green olives that Mom was so desperatly craving! It also does not hurt when the waitress brings you a bottle of 42 proof lemon lime liquor that goes down all to easily!



Later on, we went back to the Fountain di trevi....Stef also wanted to revisit the place that had drawn her back to Italy. It truly is a magical place...all the people about, the noise of the water running and the dramatic lights that over show the marble statues. You can see why a place such as this would tempt you to return.






The next day was Easter Sunday. And we went to see the Pope. We got up early to catch mass at the Vatican and listen to the Popes speech. As soon as we were in Vatican city the place was packed! We were sure we would never get in. There was a huge line up just to get into the square. However, ( fortunatly) we took a chance and stood in line.



A good hour later, after going through security, we got into the square. To our surprise, it wasnt to bad. We sat at the back on the stairs, and altough there were still a TON of people, due to the big screens we were able to see it all.

It all began with the Swiss guards (who personally protect the pope) march through the square. Then the dramatic music from the orchestra and the boy choir. The music, while dramatic, was beautiufl. Then out came the Pope. Looking good for his age. All of the service was in Latin so it was hard to understand but worth while nonetheless. It was humbling to be in the presence of such greatness, and I am blessed to be able to witness it.



After the Vatican we did the famous walk about. We ended up at the castle just before the river crossing. On the map, it seems like along way between points...but once you start walking you realise it is not that far at all. There is a stunning canal that runs through Roma, which overlooks much of the city. Then you cross a bridge filled with overlooking marble statues of Saints....quite intimadating, but gorgous.

From there we were on our way to find the Leonardo Di Vinci Musuem. While stef and mom weren't huge fans, me and Dad were to pleased to be able to go. Of course, we had the whole day...so first we stoped at an Irish Pub.

Thats the beauty about Irish Pubs, there in every county and they are always the same and welcoming. It was a chance to reboot and make a couple of friends...including the cute american bartender that offered to take Mom home. :)

Thankfully, due to a little teamwork and skill we found the museum. It was a small museum but amazing. Leanardo did it all...he was much more then what he was famous for. He was an expert in so many fields of life, medicine, physics, articture...you name it! And was the beginings of many of the tools we use today. It was fascinating!!

On our way back to the apartment we ran by some interesting characters. We found a man begging with the cutest smallest puppy in the world. You couldnt help but give him money to pet this pup. I dont like dogs and even I was in love. We also found some ancient ruins with tons of cats rooming the place. They were everywhere! It was a cat shelter that you can go and buy the cats...it was adorable. Made me miss my kittys Leizel and Slyvester back home :(

After a quiet dinner we went back and enjoyed some cards and laughs...a perfect day indeed.

The next day we went for a tour of the Collosuem. I had been waiting for this since the first time I went to Roma. The Collosuem! The massive, well intact, where all the action happened Collosuem. It did not disappoint!



We got tickets outside the doors and got straight in. Again there was an annoying American family with their screaming two year old....seriioulsy?! But I chose to Ignore! This was the sight I had been looking forward too!

Inside, you could see the stadium siting...which is still used today! The same set up, because it makes sense! Also they had a system of pulleys and rope to cover the stadium when it got too hot outdoors. again....same as we use in modern times.

On the grounds, they explained how everything down below was pullyied up through trap doors during scene changes....how sand was recovered over to cover the dirt, and how the stadium was set up with tickets that you would get and what door to go through.

Inrestingly, it was explained that the gladiator were not actually killed. For they went to school and trained hard for the fight at hand. So really, it doesnt make sense that they would train for a year jsut to be killed in one go. They were high paid athelites who would put on a show and stop before to much blood was spilled. It is true they also fought lions...but those lions were kept in the dark for 72 hours before hand and also chained. So that when they came to the light they were blindied. Still...made for a GREAT show.

Dont get me wrong....they still had the intermission where prisoners were killed by beheading, stoning, and slaughting. REalisitcally....rooms were tight in those days...so instaed of putting them in prison...kill them.

As well, we were able to see the reminse of the prositution house just outside the Collosuem. After a long day of entertainment...you could relive yourself through those services.

Fasinating, they also had exhibitions of the ruins and artifacts found while restoring the Collsuem....including graffiti done by people in the stands. Most often, obsessing about their favorite gladitor. It was incredible!!

After that, we went down the streets of Roma....they were all closed due to Easter Sunday...so you were free to rome without the fear of traffic. We made our way to a lovely little square with tons of art and entertainment. We watched some comedy, dancing, and sawy incredible works of art. We also stumbled upon a little church that contained the skull of St. Agnes. Who happens to be my Saint of choice for my confermation.



St. Agnes, who was a maryter at the age of 13 was forced by a prince to be stripped nude in that square (that was known for prostituion at the time) for resiting his advancing. It was said her hair grew so that no one could see her flesh. And when a man would true and pursue her he would instantly die but that she could bring him back to life. Awesome!

After we got a quick drink on a side walk cafe in the sun. Stef and Dad ordered an americano...instead of coffee they got a STRONG alcholic drink...that of which we still dont know what was in it.



Then we made our way to a lovely other square to enjoy the sun and eat amazing Itlian food for the last time. Our last night in Roma. The last nigh with my parents for a bit. After good wine and cheer we headed back to the apartment for tomm we were all heading out for our next destination.

The next morning was a stressful one. The shuttle my mom had booked in advance was not showing up. That, and the fact that when she called them again....they still just drove right past and did not come. So it was a rush to the cabs with my parents on board. Then it was a frantic search for the next train to get them to the airport on time. Thankfully, me and stef have been in that position once to often and were able to succesful get them to the airport on time.

It was hard saying Good bye to my parents. After being around them again, you remeber how lovely it is having them around whenever you want/need them. All the fun things you miss on a daily basis. Dad holding up his cup whenever anyone takes a picture, Mom with the slow walk which makes you apperciate everything around you and that theres no rush, Dads hunger for anything once 12 noon hits, and Moms constant love just wanting to do what makes you happy! Its been such a blessing to be able to see Roma with them. Makes it really hard when they leave and you have to go back to skyping....but at least I have Roma with them.

Off they were to do the rest of Europe......Something tells me they were to enjoy themselves. No one can go wrong with the European Experience.

Ireland is Calling

All us in our St. Patricks Gear

First trip abroad since landing in the Great UK. All of us were pretty stoked for a proper vacation....no backpacks, nice clothing, and a straigtener. However, life in Brighton flys....you lose track of the days, due to working and having fun. So once again the time arrived far earlier then planned and we weren't really prepared. Sorry, Christie was prepared (as always) the rest of us were not.

What would we possibly do without the organized lady of smarts? I especially did not have a clue as to how we were getting to the airport, whether our flights had been booked or what to pack. I just handed money to Christie and was informed as to when we leave and how. Lazy? Definatly. I rely on this girl.

We had an early flight out of Gatwick to Dublin. I worked a double the night before, and due to the departure time from our new flat at 3:30 am an all nighter was the only realistic option. Grateful for the extra time, I did my packing about 30min before departure.

To treat ourselves, and the fact that trains arent kind at this hour of night....we took a cab to Gatwick. Ballin!!! Nah, it was 40 pounds all together...seriously....wouldnt you have done the same? And there is nothing I enjoy more then a car ride sleep. That, and for those who know me its not really a choice...I knock right out to the soothing sounds of tire on rubber.

Once we got to the airport, I was reminded as to why I love trains. Airports just instantly make me feel ill. It must be something about the smell, confindment, restirctions, hushly that puts me off. Sigh. I miss the train rides.

The flight was fine, nothing to really go on about. Then came the fun part. Waiting in Dublin for our good friend Rob. Unfortnatly, we got to Dublin at 9am and his flight wouldnt get in till 2pm. Thats alot of time to waste in an airport after pulling an all nighter. Did I mention I hate airports?

An uncomfortable nap, over priced crappy food, silly over tired jokes later...we were reunited with our favorite travel companion. Smily and bubbly, we were obviously being braty complaing about our hour travel to Dublin, considering this guy came from Canada. Instantly though, the mood changed to joy at the sight of him.

Rob, who always wins MVP out did himself this go around. He found us an apartment in the Temple Bar area in Dublin during St. Paddys weekend. Even the cabbie was impressed. I was over come with joy when we checked out the new digs. However, I was also saddened at the fact that this place far out does are current place. I think its the fact that there are beds with box springs and frames....not paper thin mattress' on the floor.

The first night we went to the Brazen Head. Which is the oldest pub in Ireland. Concrete and full of eras of advertisments for Guiness and artifacts of previous decades.....it had a welcoming feel. After a travel day, theres nothing like getting a huge protien of Irish Stew inside a Yorkshire pie bowl. Sounds amaazing? It was beyond your wildest dreams.

Sporting our braclets Rob got for us


The first night was spent wandering about and starting to get a feel for Dublin. As you walk, you pass pubs, castles, histortic buildings, catherdrals and interesting characters. Within a few minutes I knew I would love this City.

Dublin is actually not a huge city as I was picturing. Not a metropolis by any means...much of it is the same as it was hundreds of years previous. However, this surprisingly small population increases by a milllion some people during the St. Patricks day festivities.

One of the beautiful Churches
The next morning, us early risers (me and rob) cooked the gang breakie! Theres not better way to start the day then irish sausages, egg, and toast....and maybe some irish cream and coffee. Today was the day we would be reunited with our love. New Europe Walking Tours. YAY!!

Irish Breakie

Hardly able to contain our excitment we went on our way. Trish, who was a virgin to the infamous event...was preplexed by the giddyment. We lucked out again, got a WONDERFUL tour guide named Chris. Surprisngly, the Irish dont sound as you would think. They hardly have an accent....however, Northern Ireland ( which is part of the UK, not Ireland) has an incredibly thick accent. Strange.

Our ginger guide Chris( would you expect any different?) was informative and funny. I really enjoyed him. We went and saw all the major sites, St. Patricks catherdral, Temple Bar area, Dublin Castle, Trinity College and St. Stephens Garden.

Walking tour...Raining, but well worth it

First and foremost, Ive never seen so much green. Every plant and lawn is the most vibrant green you have ever seen. I see why Ireland is associated with Green. Second, the history is Ireland is rich, rebellious and depressing. The Irish have been through so much.....I can see where the term " Fighting Irish" comes from.

Under oppression from the British for decades they have constantly fought for their independence, their voice, a country of their own. The tactics and various rebellious uproars are fasinating. They are a people of pride.

Interestingly enough, not much was sad about the whole years old tentsion between north and south Ireland. I sense that it is a very touching subject to this day. Although, talking to Chris it was interesting to learn the the infamousness of St. Patricks day did not orientate in Ireland. Due to famine and oppression....many of the Irish fled to foreign lands. There is an estamated 45 million of Irish decent abroad...mostly in North America and Australlia. Thats almost triple the population in Ireland at the moment.

It was in Boston. Orignally St. Patricks day was a religious holiday...spent at church and with a quiet family supper. It was when the American Irish changed it to a patriot holdiay it grew fame. Most sayings about the Irish are americanized. "Luck of the Irish" and so on. The Irish hate how people wear a four leaf clover.....for the Irish it is sacred the clover symbolyizing the holy trinity. They hate to be associated with it.

St. Stephens Park
Whilst walking along we came across some trash.....a Tim Hortons cup. No....must be a mirage! Then Chris informed us of a Tim Hortons kios on Graffton Street. WHAT?! So strange.......we later found this treasure of home. There in an convience store was an automatic machine and a stand of donuts branded Tim Hortons. Why? I haven't the slighest clue. Did it actually taste like Tim Hortons? Not at all. But excitment for a piece of home made that cup of coffee heaven.

Found a bit of Home!
That night we partipated in our favorite activity! Pub Crawl. This one wasn't great...but it was nice to have a proper night out dancing with all of us. Due to crazy work hours and opposing shifts it been a while since we have been able to have a good night out. That, and Rob is a treat to watch on the dance floor.

Then came our favorite holiday. ST. PATRICKS DAY!!! Dressed in green, we got up early to watch the parade. To be honest, it was kinda disappointing. Nothing to do with Irish culture, mostly just weird sea like colorful new age costumes. Its not like I was expecting Macys' day parade ( well....maybe a bit) but this was ridiculous. O well, on to other festivities.

St. Paddys Day Parade

Carnival for St. Paddy Day

Us Girls!

After some pub lunch, really no bother to go to a resturant...pub food is in and of itself a delight. Especially because we were on vacation...that means not feeling guilty about treating ourselves. We got into our gear and headed out for a great night out.

Thats right, we went all out for St. Paddys day. And in style....if I do say myself...we out did ourselves. MVP for this protion goes to Christie and Trisha.....their creativity and ambition pulled together to make for an epic outfit.

Temple Bar area is this district of Dublin full of pubs. All you need to do is start walking and see where the night takes you. We started in a calm classic Irish pub, however....as soon as you start walking...you realize just how many people had the same idea. The streets were PACKED. I couldnt believe the amount of traffic and garbage skrewed about. The most surprising part was the next day whilst me and Rob went exploring it was as clean as if nothing had happened. Impressive.

Every pub had something new and different to offer. One pub was packed full of people singing along to classic, another with live Irish music, another with dancers doing the proper Riverdance, and so on. We ended the night at Copper Face Jacks. A club only known to the Irish. Excited about the info and find we went straight in. Unfortunatly, while the club was huge and coule hold about 600 people there was easily 1000 people there. You could not move, talk, dance, drink or even think. Amazing atmosphere....but lets face it....not enjoyable and incredible dangerous if something were to go arai.

There are not enough words in my vocabulary to express how amainzg one of my favorite holidays was. It was an epic night. The Irish really know how to show Canadians a good time.

The next day, me and Rob went exploring while the girls recovered. After an amazing Irish Breakie we went strolling around Dublin. What a gorgous city. Full of character and history. It was an amazing afternoon stroll. After, we meet up with the girls and headed for the muesuems. We were off to see the infamous Bog People.

Bog People
Bogs, which are basically wetlands....do not have oxygen or bacteria....hence...people who have been murdered hundreads of years ago are found. But the skin and hair are intact and have not decomposed. Amazing, and really creepy. But fasicnating! After we checked out the Natural History Musuem....fondly referred to as the dead zoo. AWESOME!

We spent the night enjoying the Irish lifestyle and FOOD.....I wish I was Irish.

Next was the Guneiss Brewery. Rob had previously bought us tickets. I was a bit sketcky about the fun factor...but boy was I wrong. There was 7 floors and it was an experience. The first couple of floors are spent learning about the process and history of the famous stout. Which is amazing....who knew Guiness had been around for such a long period.

Guinness Brewery

Being a beer drinker, but not ever really particpating in the Guiness fad....Ive never had a proper pint of the stout. The third floor came with a pint. It was rich, creamy and delicious.....its really not that good abroad...but from the place it orignatedd....it is incredible.

The other floors contained resturants, how to properly pour a Guiness(it is an art form), the famous people who drink it (including the Queen) and then comes the amazing part. The top floor has a bar with all windows. To which you get a superb view of Dublin. What a sight! Well worth your time to take the Guiness experience.

That night we particpated in a bit of the Irish lifestyle and went around the pubs. Ate great food, and enjoyed our new found delight...Guiness.

The next morning me, Stef and Rob got up early and spent some time around Trinity College and Stephens Park. Its hard to describe how amazingly vivid Dublin is. All you see is green vegatation spotted with the most incredible rainbow of floweral gardens. Truly is beautiful.

St. Stephen Park

Spending time at some of the Cathedrals, its interesting to learn that while the vast majority of the population is Catholic there is not one Catholic Cathdral in Dublin. They are all protestant. Again, due to the invasion of British hold on Ireland. Trinity College as well is Protestant, with woman being able to enroll before the Catholics were allowed. Strange, but true.

Me and Stef on the top of the Guinness Brewery

Next event was the Jameson's distillery. Good ol Irish Whisky. This was more of a tour with informative guides. It is hard to believe the amount of time and work that goes into making whisky, known in galic as "water of gold". Irish whisky is distilled three times and left to mature in three different types of wooden barrels for three years, then it is tidiously mixed together to create Jamesons. You have to apperciate the effort involved.

Rob was estatic at the end of the tour when you get a drink of the whiskey. None of us girls apperciate whisky, so the boy lucked out with four extra drinks.

Ireland is a place I would like to go back to. I want to see the country side and visit more of the smaller towns along the coast. I guess I'll just have to make another trip for we were now off to Amsterdam.

Me and Trisha having fun!

Our Jameson Whiskey Drink

To be honest, Amsterdam was more of a pleasure vacation for us. Just sit around, do what we want and enjoy the city. Plus it was fun to be back in the hostel scene. This one was great, especially the shower. Our flat back in Brighton does not offer a great situation when it comes to bathing. Small, grundy...it either leaks onto the floor of the bathroom or doesnt drain and makes you swim in your flith. Not great....needless to say....we really enjoyed those showers in Amsterdam.

Time in Amsterdam was spent renting bikes and riding along the canals and practing our two person one bike. The weather was HOT, so there were long picnics in Vondale park enjoying food and wine. We went back to our favorite jazz club and listened to more amazing musicians. We read our books, spelt in late, walked around and ate what we wanted. It was bliss.

Me and Stef

Me and Christie by the canal

Biking, our favorite pastime

This vacation was indeed needed. Long hours working in Brighton can take its toll, but its worth the hours to be able to experience this.

It was a sad goodbye when we left, Rob...our favorite travel companion was going home. This man not only knows the best things to do and see...he really keeps up moral. You could not be upset around this hiralous, good hearted guy. Alas, we will reunite again.

Back in Brighton, we were met with our new arrival. Taylor! Trishas boyfriend. Now the house was complete, three bedrooms and five people. Scary.

However, Taylor fits in just great. Hes super laidback and easy going....which you would have to be living with four fiery girls. He's funny and chill and a great time. That, and I do bellieve he was meant for Brighton. His style and attitude fit in really well in a town like this. Were glad to welcome him into our little family.

After going to Dublin and Amsterdam, Im feeling the itch to travel again...just leave and see where the world takes me. Thank goodness Im going to Roma to meet my parents in a matter of a week and a half. Roma for easter, Dublin for St. paddys day....life can not be any better. Plus I get to see my parents again!!! So till then, Ciao

Independent Woman

February 27 was upon us. Moving day. Good thing we prepared for this day and we were ready and packed. I would giggle at that statement as well, for we all know us girls do things by the seat of our pants. Well, except for Christie.

Christie had been bringing home boxes from work and nicely packed up her stuff the night before. She even put her name on it. Which kills me, cause obviously its her stuff..... none of us were boxing
up our stuff.

                                                               Christies Pack Job

                                                                         My Pack Job

                                                           Coffee out of the measuring cup


The night before we were all dreading the day to come. Christie had a bit of the terrified look, Stef wanted to put it out of her mind, and I unplayed the amount of work to do. Either way, we were expecting the worse. Lets face it, we were not prepared.

The morning of we got up bright and early....at 10am. We had to go to the bank take out 2800 pounds and desposit it into the agency's account. First we hit Mcdonalds.....theres really no use moving on an empty stomach. While standing at HSBC (our favorite bank) with an incredible amount of money in our hands, the thought did cross our minds.....we trust this agency right? So with fingers crossed in went our life savings....for a second time.

Obviously, this wasnt as stressful as the first time we paid the desposit and rent. This time, the money left from the last place and the fact thats its split four ways means we didnt have to pay out of pocket. That made things alot less depressing.

Then it was off to find the agency and get the keys. The whole time praying this place acutall did exist and wasnt just some scam. Praise the Lord! The agency does exist.

The contract was read, signed and dated....keys in hand. We have the place! Stef hadnt yet seen the place so we showed her around. Thankfully, she loved it just as much as me and Chris. All is right in the world.

Now that we had the place it was time to begin the process of moving. It really couldnt be that bad...I mean we came with a backpack and we have only been here for 4 months. How much could we have accumlated?

I should really stop under playing situations.

Of course, me, stef and trish did the classic pack job. It only took me 10 min to shove everything I own into 3 garbage bags. I'll deal with the unpacking later.

Thank god for Christie...who organized and supervised the kitchen, bathroom, living room pack job. To be honest, I probably would have just put them in garbage bags...but Chris wouldnt let me.

Finally, there it was.....our entire life in the living room. As you stand in the door way, you think to yourself.... WE ACCUMLATED THIS MUCH!?!? OMG HOW ARE WE GOING TO MOVE ALL THIS SHIT!?!?!?

Instead, you calmly say to your roomates.....well.....where to start?

Our new place was just down the street, so we started with the basics. Put on the Back Packs (Did not miss luggin that thing around) and grab our mattress' and lets go. Of course, there would be a good of people sitting on the steps across the street hackling us. "You going to the beach?" "Just pick it up, sissy!" "Go on! Just put it down and sleep on the street"

Thanks.

Mattress' in the flat it was time to deal with all the crap. It would be ENDLESS trips for us to get it there. So we called a cab. This man was so nice...he helped us load it and unpack it. The meter was only at 5 pounds but we gave him 20. He saved us ALOT of trips.

Next stop.....the couch and chair. Stef and Christie win this round. The manuvered the couch out of the flat, down the street and into the new one. There was a panic at one point when the couch was ALMOST in the new living room but it didnt quite fit. Then just by a stroke of luck it fell in. It was a joyous moment of accomplishment.

Anyone on the street that day, got a good laugh out of us. We looked ridiculous. But no time to stop now....with the stuff moved in...it was time to clean.

I do not know what we would have done without Christie. Lets face facts, the rest of us girls are disgusting pigs that dont mind living in our own filth. We gave Christie full control of the situation. I got bedrooms, Trish got living room, Stef got bathroom and Chris did the kitchen. She would hand us the cleaning supplies, tell us what needed to be done, and did the inspection afterwards. We were like a well oiled machine. Within a couple of hours we were done.

Sitting in the living room, having a beer, it was sad to say good bye. This was our home for 4 months. But the excitment of getting chinesse food and chillin in the new place helped to supress those feelings.

That night we sat, ate, and enjoyed a well deserved glass of wine. We are amazing. We may do things in a chaos matter but there is nothing we can not accomplish. We are independent woman. No need for men in our lives. We Rock! It was a glorious sense of accomplishment, and not half as bad as we thought the day would go.

The next couple of days were spent making endless trips to our favorite shop.. Argos. Its a catologue place were you can get anything you could possibly want.

This new place needed alot, for example there is no mirrors in the flat except for the kitchen. Why is there a mirror in the Kitchen? I dont know. We needed coffee tables, and dish racks etc etc etc. However, the old tenants left the washer and didnt ask for money. Bonus!

Later that night this older man came knocking on the flat. The 70 odd Irish man said "Hi, heres the spare set of keys". Sorry, who are you? "The Landlord"

We were all expecting a walk through of the flat, and a run down of how things work. Nope, he just wanted to drop off the keys. We asked him about the heating....he didnt know. He just said I've owned this flat for 10 years, I live in the area, its nice to meet you, Have fun in the flat. And he was on his way.

We were all a little excited. He was SUPER nice, he obviously doesnt care much about the flat or the deposit (seeing that the old tenants didnt clean the flat at all), so were golden!

If it seems to good to be true....thats probably because it is. We probably should have insisted on a walk through. Should have....but we didnt.

First things first. How to work the heating. We see the boiler....we see that the radators are on....why is it so cold?

Whats this in the closet? A Meter with a card? Thats right, we have to go to the local convience store and top up a card for heat. Thats weird. So we go and discuss.....well Im sure 20 pounds will be fine. Then we put the card in and we have heat!

Next morning we check the balance.....5 pounds left. Wow, thank god its starting to warm up. Needless to say, we turned down the heat and are pilling on the layers.

Five days in, we are all enjoying our new digs. Things are coming together, we have mostly everything we need and this place has a much warmer energy to it. Love the new place.

Then the other day at work, I get a text from Trisha:

" Call me asap. This is an emergency"

Of course, this was on a busy hectic Saturday night at work. I get someone to cover my tables and run to the back.

"Whats up?"

"OMG OMG OMG, the celiing collasped!"

"Sorry one more time?"

"The celing in our bedroom collasped, there is water everywhere, the roof is on the floor and water is still coming down!! WHAT DO I DO?!"

Of course, all us girls were working and Trish was alone in the flat. Ive never dealt with anything like this, neither has she.

"Well, just calm down theres nothing we can do about it tonight, just clean what you can and we will figure it out"

Bless her, Trish cleaned it ALL up....and the cloths and shoes that were the victum of the celling. Thank god it didnt happen on our mattress or on top of someone. We can be thankful for that.

The Landlord has been really great about it, he came by the next day and he will have it fixed by Saturday. It was some kind of leak through the floor boards between us and the people upstairs. Either way, things are a tad stressful at home......I guess thats to be expected when your missing half your celing.

Besides that, we have a roof over our heads....well, half a roof. And rent is cheaper and this place will be amazing in the summer time....we have a patio with this place.

No matter what, we have each other and we have proven time and time again we are amazing at handling situations. So thats the update...till next time. Cheers!