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I’ve been here before. So has Braley. But Ireland is like that one friend you’re always happy to see again—cheerful, charming, and somehow never annoying. We attempted to go to my beloved coffee art shop not once, but twice, only to be rejected due to a tragic lack of seating. After the second failure, I very calmly (read: aggressively) announced that come hell or high water—regardless of whether another human could drag themselves out of bed—I would be going to the bloody c

Extra cold. Rude, honestly. But did that stop us? Absolutely not. We woke up, gussied up, and hit the town like seasoned professionals. First stop: Brown Thomas at opening because priorities. We went straight for the Jellycats—if you know, you know. If you don’t, it’s too absurd to explain and I refuse to try. We expertly navigated Grafton Street (locals, basically) and somehow ended up back at Bewley’s because apparently, we are deeply loyal to this old tea house. Coffee, te

There was no post yesterday, but honestly that tracks because yesterday began exactly how every vacation morning begins for a mom: me washing dishes I did not personally dirty, then drying them, then putting them away. Why? Because I’m the mom. And apparently that job does not take holidays, international or otherwise. We did, however, make it to my very aggressively insisted-upon stop at Beanhive Coffee Shop. I love this place. Now, full transparency: I don’t actually love c