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Some Christmas Adventures

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End of December, 2024

2024 has been a year. Traveling, adventures, schoolwork, new friends, and countless little adventures. Christmas isn’t the end, of course, and I’m sure there’ll be more adventures before the year closes out… but here, with Christmas getting closer, it feels like this is the beginning of that wind-down before we close the book on an excellent year.

It starts with the 12 pubs of Christmas, which I learned is really more like the “three or four pubs, then we get bored”, or “As many pubs as we can stand before we realize that all of Dublin, half of Ireland, and a good quarter of the United States appears to be invading every pub”.

Frankly, I was excited for having a plan to hit 12 pubs, and sticking to the idea of grabbing a quick pint at each before moving on… But hey – I’m new to town, and I’m learning the ways of the land. I’ll follow the team’s lead, and then consider sprucing it up on my own later.

From the 12 pubs, we move onward to a cozy home, warm in spite of the cold and drizzly Irish weather outside. Andrea and I have tracked down some clay, and some paint, and are decorating our lovely Christmas tree with some cute homemade ornaments.

She’s being her usual meticulous self, and making a stunningly realistic  sled to hang next to a cute snowman.

I’m being my slightly ridiculous self, and making a “Christmas Octopus” which somehow looks like a frog, as an homage to (and reclamation of) a similar Crappy Christmas Craft that I made years and years back.

Together, we’re making “MBA” letters, alongside a rather adorable little statuette of ourselves, kissing on the rocks of Giant’s Causeway.

Were they high quality? Absolutely not.
Were they adorable and fun? Absolutely yes.

A Christmas Market in Dublin

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Thursday, 12-Dec-2024


Now, let’s be clear.

I love Dublin, and I’m incredibly thankful that I was able to come here, live here, and study here.

That being said… Dublin isn’t the fanciest of cities. And when I think of Christmas Markets, I think of the absolute fanciest of cities – Vienna, Austria, the land of opulence and gold and being fancy. But Vienna doesn’t have the monopoly on Christmas, nor markets, nor the intersection of the two in Christmas markets.

Ireland has some rather nice ones, I learned. They’re around a castle!


Now, I don’t have too much I can write about this – the Christmas market was beautiful, it was at Dublin Castle, and it was just closing up by the time we made it there. We missed out on mulled wine, or cocoa, or really any other drinks or snacks… and most of the shops weren’t anything all that exciting.

But you know what?

It was a Christmas market! There were songs, and pretty lights, and we’d brought Andrea’s reindeer antlers with little bells on them. We alternated who got to wear them, we wandered around, and we had a right good time. Really, all we could ask for.

A Christmas Tree

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Sunday, 01-Dec-2024


With Thanksgiving complete, Christmas was right around the corner.

One of the many qualities about Andrea that I appreciate is her revelry and joy around holidays – with a special place of honor reserved for Christmas. She’d spent the preceding weeks focused on Thanksgiving… but with a notable earmark that Christmas preparation would begin pretty much immediately after Thanksgiving cleanup was finished.

Well, Saturday was cleanup and recovery.

Sunday, then, was Christmas.


It started with a trip to Dunnes, to buy ourselves the various accoutrements needed to dress the tree – we had our first ornament, bought a few weeks prior from the Guinness Storehouse, but needed the lights and extra ornaments needed to truly transform the tree from a simple trunk and leaves into a Christmas Tree.

From there, we ventured up and down Meath Street, the lovely marketplace near the apartment that tends to somehow have both everything you’re looking for, but nothing that’s quite exactly what you need. Thankfully, the market came through with flying colors this time, and an absolutely perfect tree was purchased, and carried home with us.

I don’t need to say how excited we both were. The photos do far better justice than I ever could.

The tree dressed, the lights clicked on. A new beacon was lit at the apartment, one that would shine out to beckon us home for nearly two months, out from the kitchen window.