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Sep25

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.

Sep23

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.