Theo decided that the seagull was also named Theo. And sat down the by wall and refused to walk. The naming the seagull part was cute.
We spent our last three nights in Ireland near Wexford, in a low-impact chalet. Theo loved the outdoor foosball table, dogs, trampoline, and resident children. It was a lovely, peaceful way to end our month-long stay in Ireland.
We took the overnight ferry from Rosslare, Ireland to Roscoff, France. Theo was talking about the boat trip for a couple of months before we left, but once we actually boarded the Oscar Wilde, it took about half the trip for him to be convinced that we were actually on a boat.
(In the photo above, Brian is trying to convince Theo that we are on a boat as we depart. Theo is not buying it.)
The weight and size of our luggage seemed much more reasonable in the US than it does in Europe. Maybe it’s the conversion to the metric system. Or maybe it’s all of the cobblestone streets and narrow stairways. Regardless, we’re contemplating ditching the suitcase (and a considerable amount of our stuff) and obtaining a second backpack instead. We’ll see.
Soul Kitchen in Montmartre, Paris. Yum.