The Irish O’Sullivans

Published October 28, 2017

After a FULL day (& a half) of Hop-On Hop-Off, met up Sis & husband Paul – just in time for a whirlwind trip to the US Embassy. Poor Stephen…unfortunately, this wasn’t a tourist stop. Good news: following day his wallet was recovered, just the passport lost. Whatta sport, personally would’ve freaked out. Foreign country, no cash, no credit cards, no identification – yikes!

[side NOTE: they don’t actually allow Americans inside our Embassy. We did see trick-or-treaters come-n-go, but the 3 of us with US passports were left outside/looking in, barred outside the gate.]

Lemons into lemonade. Sis noticed folks walking with swag bags. We asked, they pointed. Bib pick-up just a half-block away. Sooooo while Stephen secured an emergency passport, the 3 of us picked up our Sunday marathon bibs. FAAANNNTASTIC!

Another positive? Only 2 blocks away: Dublin’s DART [train station]. Stephen’s extended family (whole lotta Irish cousins) would be greeting us in Bray, 30 minutes away. Dinner alongside the Irish Sea. Drinks & LAUGHs at the Golf Club.

What a welcoming posse of peeps! The Irish O’Sullivans (& Byrnes). Not MY Irish family but I certainly left Bray feeling that way. Chatted it up with 2 family marathoners. Stephen’s cousin Jane – ok, not actually Jane (my fave of the cousins) but her daughter Claire & son-in-law. So many laughs (& tall tales) this nite – glad I packed the pigeon shirt. LOL>

Hug-n-kiss goodbyes, late-night train home, brunch in the a.m. – that’s the correct term when you sleep past 10 🙂

Hearty bowl of Guinness stew, Saturday half-day walked the City. Grafton Street, Ha’penny Bridge, the river Liffey & Temple Bar. Italian feasted for dinner, marathon #100 tomorrow – IN IRELAND. How CRAZY is that? WOW, WOW, WOW!

Marathon #100 Bib Pick-up