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Wednesday, June 5, 2013

Monday, February 4, 2013

Don't stop Belize-in

Sorry I hate Journey (Glee killed it)  but jokers gotta joke

Mom's going to take over as I am deep in a competitive game of scrabble  (is dood a word?)

Hi guys.  The place is "UnBeliezable." After arriving in Belieze City it was a rush to make it to the terminal to catch the hopper flight to San Pedro, literally up and down. We made it to the resort in Ambergris Caye by water taxi.  It is paradise.  We were greeted by staff bearing rum punch.  The apartments are gorgeous, fully equipped, and massive.  We are very spoiled.  Colin enetertained us with his gymnastics routine off of the ocean trampoline. 

Yesterday we rented bikes and cycled the 5 km into the village which resembles a simple Mexican town.  We bought groceries and then on our way back we stopped at a bar situated on the end of a dock.  Their big claim to fame is having floating inner tubes that the patrons can sit in and have buckets of beer lowered down to them!  We teetered back to the resort after that!

Colin and Deirdre donned their Bengals garb and we headed to the Super Bowl party at the beach bar. Since the 49ers and the Ravens were playing, several people questioned the orange and black jerseys! It made for interesting conversation.  Not being a huge football fan, the blackout and Beyonce (it must be a generation thing bcause the kids thought she was amazing....) only "added" to the evening. hehe. 
We may go snorkeling this aft.  Presently we are involved in a hot game of scrabble...a wild bunch we are!

thanks for the help ma!  

here are a few pics for y'all



 
 12 seater plane from Belize City to Ambergis Caye.  It was tighter than Sumo wrestler in a pair of Lululemon pants.
 
 
View from the restaurant while having my essential morning coffee
 
  
Mom and Dad made me jump off of the dock when we arrived.  I hate "pier" pressure.  (i'll be here all week, dont forget to tip your waitress)
 
 
Walking through San Pedro.  Golf carts are the main vehicles on the island.
 
 
 me and my new friend
 
 
Gruden's long lost cousin
 
Well its almost 11.  Time for a beverage!
 
CF





Tuesday, October 2, 2012

who needs a bike helmet

After a speedy and painless flight from Dublin to Amsterdam, we arrived in the land of bicycles early on Saturday.

It was amazing to see all of the bicycles parked at central station.  They seemed to be everywhere you looked and were locked 5 deep at many barriers and poles.

The transit here works seamlessly and is in constant motion.  The bike lanes, the pedestrian lanes, the tram line and normal car lanes all flowed together and moved people around effortlessly. 

Deirdre and I rented bikes and had some huge rips around town.  Biking up and down the various canals, alleys, and lanes, we both were surprised at the level of respect motorists give cyclists.  It was a breath of fresh air.

We both enjoyed popping in and out of cheese shops and sampling more than you can imagine.  The red light district was interesting to say the least, and most definitely the craziest people watching ever. 

We spent a few days with a friend of Deirdre's who is working for a Canadian company in Amsterdam.  It was nice to have a tour guide who was also interested in a pub crawl!

Other than chocolate covered waffles at 1am, the highlight of the weekend had to be seeing Europe make an amazing comeback in the Ryder cup. 

We're off to Brussels!

CF









 
 

Friday, September 28, 2012

The "quiet" fishing town, Galway

Yesterday was Aurthur Guinness's birthday and I seem to have lost my abilty to type, or think clearly for that matter.  (ie.  I will be keeping this short and sweet)

Here are a few photos from the last few days in Galway.  Deirdre and I are catching an afternoon train to Dublin, and then are flying to Amsterdam early in the morning.

Take care all,

CF



 
   The flags are flying as Galway is playing in the all Ireland hurling finals on Sunday
 
 
Low tide in Galway Bay

 
The entrance to the Latin Quarter

 
Galway hookers at low tide (c'mon now boys, stop looking so hard.  I am referring to the fishing boats)
 
A storm rolling into downtown

 
Mandatory Guinness mustache photo

 
...and again  (yes we are dorks, but we love it!)
 

Cliffs of Moher and The Burren

Deirdre and I have been having an amazing time since we arrived in Galway.  I apologize for the lack of updates so I'll do my best do sum it up. 

We took a breathtaking tour yesterday to the Cliffs of Moher and The Burren. The natural beauty of this country really shone through and even though we had high expectations, we were still blown away.

Our tour guide was a wicked guy and his non-stop commentary and amazing bus driving skills were, as they would say around here, "grand".

The Burren is a windswept rock formation stretching from northern Clare to the Atlantic Ocean.  It is a unique limestone landscape shaped by ancient seas and glacial shifts over millions of years.

The cliffs of Moher are one of Ireland's most visited natural attractions. Rising to a height of over 300m from the Atlantic, for once, the hype is bang on.  A vast visitor centre handles the hordes of tourists. Over 30 species of birds (including puffins) can be seen making their homes along the cliff faces.

Even though the pictures will speak for themselves, they hardly do justice to the breath-taking views we were priveledged to see.





 
 These berms date back to 600 b.c and were created to hide small communites from enemies 
 

 
A Wedge Grave that was created in the Burren over 4000 years ago
 
 
 Silvery limestone "clints" that cover the Burren. Between the seams of these rocks the sheltered, humid spaces are filled with wildflowers in the spring
 
 
A "light" lunch at the Pub in Doolin

 
An example of the rock formation where the Burren meets the Ocean

 
Looking towards Galway Bay at the Cliffs

 
Looking north towards the Aran Islands
 

 
Beware of bull?  How about the 600ft drop!

 
A small tower on the egde of the cliffs

 
Most obvious sign ever. 

 
Looking towards the Atlantic Ocean

 
A Castle outside of Doolin at high tide. On the way out in the morning, the water level would have been metres lower and not even visible from this point of view