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Dublin is a great city, with a lot to offer anyone who is lucky enough to spend some time there. But spend enough time and you quickly realize that the one thing it doesn’t offer is sun. So, we knew we had to get out and see the sun for at least some part of the kids’ two week spring break. Spring break…that’s what we call it. But every time you say that in Ireland, they look at you funny until you correct yourself and say “Easter break”. It’s like, they know what spring is and they know what a break is. They just cannot reconcile those two things when they are put together. Anyway, to guarantee ourselves some sun, we had booked ten days in Palma, Mallorca. I have never been to the Baeleric Islands and have always wanted to go. (Years ago, when I lived as a student in Spain, the cheapest way to travel around was by Eurorail pass. You paid a ridiculous low fee for a yearlong pass and could get anywhere around Europe that was reachable by train and in some few instances ferries that were part of the scheme. The Baelerics was not included in this and buying a flight there was about as feasible for my broke student self as flying to the moon.) I was excited to have some time in the sun with the kids and John, show them some of the beautiful Easter processions that Spain offers, and generally just enjoy. Probably eat a lot of jamon in the process as well.
Both Noah and I had birthdays while we were in Mallorca. For mine, we went into Palma as a family and had a lovely paella lunch at C’an Eduardo and then walked around the town a bit. The restaurant was on the waterfront and had a lovely view of the giant cathedral.
For Noah’s a few days later, we took a trip across the mountains to the village of Soller. There is a lovely old restored wooden train that runs across the mountains from Palma to Soller. Since he is obsessed with train, I thought that would be a good idea. He loved it and was excited the whole hour ride over. It doesn’t take much to please a 2-year. (But it doesn’t take much to piss them off either.)
One of the funniest parts of the trip was that Linc decided to buy a fedora. He saw a felt one in a kids’ clothing store that was really cute. But it was too small, so I wouldn’t buy it. He was furious with me. But then we found one that was his size and more summery to boot. He looked so cool and got lots of compliments from strangers. You could see John John feeling torn. Now he really wanted one too, because it WAS cool. But he didn’t WANT to want anything that Lincoln has or to want to be like Linc in anyway. The core of his whole beef with his younger brother is that they are so different. I could almost see the internal struggle. Then Sophie got a fedora too. That was too much. Now John couldn’t resist. So he caved and got one too. At times, it looked like John and I were raising some sort of mini-mafia.
One of the days, John and I rented a car to drive around the island. We saw some really beautiful places. I’ve decided that if we ever come back, I would love to stay in Deia. What a gorgeous place! Apparently, I am not the only one who thinks so, as the little place we ate lunch had lots of photos of famous people on the wall that had also eaten there.
There was this one abandoned house smack in the middle of the village. It looked amazing and I wondered if it was for sale. I had fantasies of summers in the small village, waving to the abuelas as we walk to the market or down to the sea. I looked and looked online, but couldn’t find any info. That’s okay though….it’s still a great daydream.
As our time here in Ireland quickly dwindles, so do our chances for cheap and fast travel around Europe. It is just so easy to get from Dublin to most places within Europe within a matter of a few hours. And with the advent of cheap-o airlines, it almost seems silly not to. So, John and I booked a weekend away in Rome. We stayed at the St. Regis again, because honestly……it’s awesome. We usually get upgraded at Starwood properties and they did not let us down this time. We got a beautiful suite that was actually nicer and bigger than the one we had last year when we went there for my 40th. We only had two nights and mostly the plan was to just hang out, drink great wine, eat great food, and generally be great together. But we did have two items on our must-do list: 1) eat at Ristorante Pietro Valentini and 2) Go check out the Vatican. Now, if you are ever in Rome (and I hope all of you are at least once in your life!) you have got to go eat at this place. It is small, family run, and seriously, crazily delicious. The couple that runs it is so sweet, they even send out Christmas cards to their past customers. She runs the front and he is the chef. Her sister also waits tables. I want you to go because it is the kind of place you want someone to recommend to you…..off the tourist track, local, personal, amazing. And I want you to go because the owner told us how bad things had been the past six months or so. She is hoping that the summer season, with all its tourists, will pick things up. But she doesn’t know. Anyway, they are known for their truffles that they grate over your pasta (and other dishes If you so wish) with crazy abandon. It makes you forget yourself for a moment. But even if you don’t like truffle (like John), the food is to die for. I am particularly fond of their fried zucchini flowers and John swears their caprese salad is one of the best he has had. Since he eats 2 per day whenever we are in Italy, I think he has a good base for comparison.
Here is where I had planned to put a picture of our zucchini flowers and caprese.
But we ate it too fast. So here is a picture of our empty plates. But I did calm down after that and here is a picture of our mains: pasta with truffles for me and prawn risotto for John.
On Saturday, I had booked a tour of the Vatican. I figured this was the way to go for fast entry (I was right) and for the best info on all the Vatican holds (sort of right). The tour met right on time, was small in group, and whisked us right in. And the guide was very knowledgeable. But he seemed a little tired. Like, not physically, but tired of giving this same tour twice a day for several years. But that didn’t dampened how amazing the sites in the Vatican are. That being said, it got a little overwhelming. So, my recommended approach would be the same I use for the Louvre. You can’t see it all. It’ll take years. Literally. So, do some recon and pick out 4-5 main things or areas you really, really want to see. You can see more the next time you are there. Right? (Power of intention…..you WILL be back!).
Half way through, John decided to bow out of the tour as we had walked several hours that morning and his hip was getting the better of him. Plus he wanted to go sit in the sun and drink wine. He slipped away. I stayed with the tour for a few more sections, including Raphael (AWES-MAZING!) But then I too decided to quietly slip away from the tour. I waited until we got into a really crowded room and then I vanished. I had mentioned to the guide that John had left, so I hoped that he would just assume that I had gone to check on him. No such luck. About 20 minutes later (and only 5 minutes into me drinking wine and sitting in the sun with John) I got a text from the tour. They wanted to make sure we were okay, or as John said, to make sure we weren’t unhappy and going to post a bad review. I assured them that no, we were fine and just had to leave because “John has war injuries and the walking was too much”. While this is technically true, it just sounded hilariously serious and crazy in text. It made us giggle. Next, we took a walk around the whole perimeter of the Vatican, having gone the wrong way out of the museum, to get to St. Peter’s square. The tv cameras were all already set up and ready for the conclave to pick the next pope to start in a few days. It was an interesting time to be in Rome: Pope retired, a presidential election that elected no one and the current President just prosecuted for fraud (Berlusconi). But the Italians seem to just get on with it.
We decided to walk back across the river to a wine bar that I saw on the walk down: Sangalio ai Coronari. We got a seat outside in the warm early spring afternoon, a bottle of wine, and chilled. There was a beautiful sky. Life is good.
That night was ate dinner at a very touristy, but friendly place in front of the Pantheon. While the food is okay by Rome standards (which means pretty great by other standards) you can’t beat the view of the Pantheon or the active vibe.
Sunday dawned a bit rainy, but glorious by Dublin standards, so we headed out. We did some clothes shopping, as one does in Italy! Then we wandered over to Trastevere. It little windy streets and funky shops are charming. It was fun to browse and then share a bottle of wine at an outdoor café and people watch. The corner we were of definitely saw some characters, including one guy who looked like he’d gotten lost from the 80’s, possibly from the hairband “Nelson”! I’m just sorry I didn’t get a picture of him.
All in all, it was another amazing visit to Rome and an amazing time to be there. The Italians just get on with it and don’t let the uncertainty of life impede their enjoyment of it. Bunga Bunga! I am sure we will be back to Rome….truly the Eternal City.
Since we had not really spent much time in London itself the last time we took the kids to the UK (8 hours?), I decided to do a proper London trip for Feb midterm break. Also, Sophie is in the throes of a serious Harry Potter obsession. I had heard that the Warner Bros. Harry Potter Studios tour, just outside London, was great. It’s where they filmed all the movies and they’ve turned it into an “experience”. It’s not a theme park, as it is not that big and there are no rides. But it was worth checking out. Plus, I wanted to take them to a show, ride the Tube, maybe see Tower of London.
For the first night we were there, I had bought tickets to the Lion King. The kids had no idea what it would be like and kept asking me if there were going to be real lions. Since I had seen it years before (before kids) back in L.A. I knew enough to get good seats, right on an aisle, so that when they come down the aisles from the back of the theater in the opening number we would be right there, up in the lions’ grills. The kids were blown away. And the London theater was fairly small compared to where I saw it in L.A., so we were even closer than I had imagined.
We stayed just off Piccadilly Circus, which was a big hit with the kids, day and night, and made it easier to get around. It was especially convenient to get up the second day and catch the tube to head out to Harry Potter World, as we started calling it. You have to take the tube to a certain station, where you can connect with the Midlands regional train. On the tube, we sit down and Lincoln loudly professes that he loves this train and he doesn’t want to get on the second train when the time comes. I say, “oh, so this is the best train in the world, huh?”. “No. Because this train doesn’t have a buffet.” “No trains have buffets.” “Yep. Yes they do.” “what train?” “The one with Daddy in Switzerland had an awesome buffet. THAT is the best train in the world.” All the people around us started cracking up. Harry Potter World was well worth a visit and even a big hit with the boys who haven’t read the books yet and only seen the first two movies. It was well organized and full of interesting movie and Harry info. Definitely a must for kids of a certain age.
The next day, we hit the Tower of London. It really is impressive, with all the buildings from various ages and its proximity to the Tower Bridge (which most people wrongly thing is the London Bridge). There were lots of guns and armor for the boys and the jewels were a hit with everyone. As we were passing through the umpteenth room of treasure in the crown jewels section, which has the aura of a library, John leans over and stages whispers, “think these people had enough gold??” On the way home , coming up the Tube escalator, Linc didn’t get off at the top and the man behind him sort of had to push/pull him. I really fussed at him about the dangers of not walking off an escalator, especially a crowded on. Then he says, “I was STUCK!!”. Sophie exclaims a few minutes later,” look at Lincoln’s shoe!”. He really was stuck: the escalator had taken in the front of his shoe and eaten it.
Our final night, we bought some last minute tickets at one of those brokers around Piccadilly. Since it was Valentines, the pickings were slim. But there were tickets to Stomp. I had never seen it and I thought that the kids would really be into it. If I had thought the Lion King theater was smaller than expected, I was in for a shock when we got to Stomp. We were in the next to last row in the balcony and I still felt like we were on top of the performers. The funny thing was the kids’ reactions. It wasn’t at all what I expected. Ten minutes in, Linc layed across my lap and fell dead asleep. I mean, mouth open, circle of drool on my skirt, dead asleep. And this has got to be the world’s loudest show. Sophie was mildly interested, but nothing like how she was into Lion King. John John couldn’t sit still he was so excited and loved it so much. Every time I looked over at him, he was grinning ear to ear and drumming in the air and bobbing up and down in his seat. He LOVED it. Half an hour before the end, Linc woke up and was like, “Can we go? Stomp is WEIRD. I do NOT like it”.
The final day we only really had a half day, so we hung around the hotel and went to the pool that they had inside. On the way up, I got a text from Big John that I had been expecting: he was in the lobby. Today he was whisking John John away on his Dad-trip. Since January, he had been taking each of the older kids on a trip with him alone. Sophie was first, heading to Rome. A few weeks after, Linc went to Switzerland to learn how to ski. John John had known he was going to be next, but not when. His wish list for location had been “somewhere I’ve never been before, warm, adventure, and soon!”. So….they were headed to EGYPT!! I knew John John was going to flip. I told him that we had to stop in the lobby on the way up from the pool since I needed to ask the front desk a question. He kept trying to convince me to let him go onto the room alone. Finally, he sees Daddy in the lobby and it clicks in that this just might have to do with his surprise! The grin on his face was classic.