Reunited

September is almost here. The summer has flown by since I left Canada. I needed a little blogging break, but every time I did something or went somewhere, I still kept thinking “what will I say about this?” And yet I didn’t say anything. Time to rectify that and talk about the two most important events…

Step 3: Cork to Paris

Just to recap, step 1 was the dramatic dash from Brussels to London. Step 2 was my month in Ireland, which went by in the blink of an eye. It was a lovely relaxing few weeks, with lots of quality time spent with the family. I’m really not rushing into this massive holiday, because the…

These Boots are Made for Walking

In case you hadn’t noticed, I’m a walking connoisseur. It’s in my blood, just point me at a road or path and I’ll take it. When we were younger, we were the only children whose mother walked them to school in the mornings, instead of driving them to the gate.  It was only 15 minutes down…

An easy Sunday

It’s hard to believe that this has been my last weekend at home before The Big Trip. This time next week, I’ll have had a weekend in Paris under my belt (literally…we will eat all round us and my belt may strain) and will be reuniting with Brussels and my love for a few days….

Cork Culture: the Crawford

I’m tired. This holiday business is exhausting. All the walking, cooking and blogging is catching up on me. Hopefully an early night ahead of a weekend in Galway will do the job and I’ll be full of joy and energy. Mom and Grace won’t know what hit them. Today, after getting a sassy new haircut,…

The Walkies Club

You’ve seen The Breakfast Club, the John Hughes film from the 1980s, where 5 kids representing different high school cliques have to spend a Saturday on detention together. I’ve been feeling like the principal in that film a lot lately. I’m spending time with all the animals, you see. Between the two houses, there are…

A crumbled weekend

It’s a lazy Sunday evening and the TV is on strike. We streamed The Grand Budapest Hotel, but now that’s over, the past hour has been spent mindlessly turning the Sky Box on and off and pressing each and every button. It’s not an addiction, you understand, but once we give up, the weekend will…

To my Uncle: chocolate fudge cupcakes

This blog entry is inspired by Jane’s ode to her mother, the Great Mary Brennan, on Mothers Day last weekend. A genius idea. Now, there is no doubt that my own mother, the Unstoppable Mary McCarthy, deserves to be written about (not to mention numerous other family members), but they are all very generous and loving people and…