Just got back from a whirlwind trip to Dublin, where we had the worst weather we could possibly ask for: cold, rainy, wet and windy. The fog wasn't Guinness-enhanced, I promise. The weather in Dublin was terrible the entire weekend that Gjertrud and I were there. I'm usually always warm but I was so freezing I wore three T-shirts, a turtleneck, a sweater and a scarf along with my gloves and coat and I was still shivering. We still managed to see plenty of Dublin, though, and I am slowly in the process of putting up photos, although I think right now it's time to go to bed...we had to wake up at 5 a.m. this morning to make our flight back to London. I was so excited to leave the city when we headed out on Friday, but it felt great to get back to familiar surroundings today. Dublin was amazing, it was just nice to realize that for the moment, London (as well as B.C.) is home. It's great to have roots and wings. And for the record: I think the River Liffey might be more sludgy than the Thames.