I go to Ireland once a year, either with work on a layover, or on my own. I’m Irish by descent and do it for luck. It brings me luck at home, on the road, and anytime I’ve gone there, people are always happy to see me. Once I went and got work in modeling when I got home. Once I went and sold a piece of property in 2 weeks when I got home. Once I went and had one of the funnest photo shoots ever in Phoenix Park. Once after my divorce I went to forget about any drama, and when I got there, I forgot what drama was. You get the gist.
This year I was able to get one of the layovers at the tail end of January. At my seniority, it’s hard to touch in other bases, but not impossible. We changed hotels to a four star in Ballsbridge, a town I’m still unfamiliar with, but it was fab. When we landed, it was sunny and no rain expected until we were leaving the next day. Perfect. It kinda doesn’t matter though, because even when there’s rain, you still have fun:-).
I had plans to get in, sleep, hit the gym at some point, shop for a childhood friend in TX who just had her baby (a baby named Declan & she is more Irish than me with 3 Irish names). I also had hoped to meet up with the Ankers, a family of athletes. Brian has been known to do wild things like run 100 mile races in 15 hours and thirty minutes and he set an Irish record once for doing 84 marathons in a year. His wife Jenny trains hard too, and on top of it, runs the house with 4 kids (who are not always at the same school).
The trip was a success. I got in, slept, hit the gym for an hour, went out to Grafton street and shopped. While walking downtown I got a text from another friend in the US telling me she was at the car wash. I was about to head into a pub to get on wifi so I could tell the Ankers where I was. It was wild how technology has changed. I don’t have international calling for a lot of reasons, and was hoping it all panned out to meet up with my Irish friends. It did. Though the wifi came in and out, Brian still got the message on Facebook, and he, two of his four kids, and brother all met up with me for an hour. It was great! We have a May photo shoot planned, one that will go well no matter what. We missed Jenny, because she was home tending to two of their other kids who were sick. We got a chance to discuss a bit on where we’d go, touch on how our training was going and what we’d be wearing in the photo shoot in May. I did enjoy too getting a bit of chat with his brother and kids. I just love the accent there, so fun! Jenny was glad we met up, too.
When the Ankers left, I walked over to the Hairy Lemon and met up with my crew. There were about 7 of us from the crew out, and the others opted to stay in. (It would have been guilt free to do either, because back at the hotel, you had a jacuzzi tub and killer gym. A nice combination). We had some food, and then tooled around the Temple Bar area. It was a blast. I hadn’t been out in awhile there, probably about two years and just cracked up at some of the costumes. We noticed some locals wearing 80’s trends, so I snapped some pics and posted the album on my Facebook pages as well as social media under bethadair13 on Twitter and Instagram.
I shut it down and hailed a taxi with the crew and was up for the weight room at 6 am. Pickup was 8:45, and it was a great trip home:-). I’ve often said, “if I’m not laughing, it’s not worth it”, and laughing is all I do in Ireland.