Dill from Connecticut writes asking about snacks and such abroad.
B and G brought food from home for me but several of the hotels where we have stayed offered up some nice treats. Unfortunately, I lost my appetite what with the jet lag, and B and G were anxious about that for a few days – so much so that they allowed me breakfast in bed once which is something I have never enjoyed before and would like to make a habit of. All the hotels have been comfortable but so far my favorite has been the posh Four Seasons in Dublin. Here are some photos of the amenities including the very large bed that swallowed me up and was quite cozy.
Restaurants in England and Ireland are not as pet friendly as in France so we have been fortunate to have been with friends where I could stay if B and G went out with them; we also all ate in at their homes which I liked best. (According to B and G, all our hosts were extraordinary cooks.) We found pubs to be the most amenable place to stop for lunch on the road but I had to be taken in clandestinely in one in Ireland, and that turned out to be great fun. B didn’t realize she left one side of my box open and I was able to sneak out and make my way across the room to chat with a charming little girl. In other pubs I was allowed to roam if I wanted to. (Here’s a photo of me in a delightful spot in Chipping Camden last night with a girl I met called Lily.) The only place I was absolutely forbidden to enter was a small coffee shop in the town in Ireland that B’s great grandmother came from. B said that was apropos because her Granny didn’t like dogs. She also told me not to take it personally because Granny didn’t like many people either.) More on our visit to that town later.
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