Here are a few pictures from one day this week. More to come shortly. For the last two days of our friends' visit, Wayne, Norah and myself got the most heinous and violent stomach flu ever known to human kind. We even discussed the possibility that we might be the first to get the Plague that would kills us all. Norah's, thank goodness, was fleeting and passed very quickly. Mine, was the other end of the spectrum. We are just now recovering today (Sunday) after getting it Friday night. We can only be thankful that Vickie, Pete, and Trysh were here to take care of Norah for the 18 hours that we were either passed out on the bathroom floor or vomiting. Thankfully, I didn't have to go to the Emergency Room and instead, they sent a doctor directly to our bedroom to save me. He gave me a magic shot to stop the incessant vomiting. I'm sure I've lost at least 18 pounds. Ok, I apologize, enough about that. I just had to share because we are honestly surprised we survived and explain why I haven't shared even a bit about our wonderful visit.
Ride on the double-decker Dublin Bus.
The Cake Cafe - A magical little nook of a cafe deep in Dublin.
Norah and Luna on the swings.
Norah and baby Reese.
Trysh and Luna
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