Because the previous time, 23 years earlier, when there was a fork in the cycling route and we ended up going 10kms out of the way.
Then there was the adventure of 13 and a half years in Ireland with The InterCon… what a Ledge! a particular highlight.
Mum Champagne
Get a grip
My first holiday companion… I was in her belly en route to her homestead, Co. Donegal https://visitdonegal.net and we’ve been back countless times.
Latterly when I would take her up from my home in Co. Wicklow.
On one occasion I was tasked to drive her and my Auntie Ronnie who was grieving her husband, my Uncle Tom, up from Dublin… in Ronnie’s automatic sports car!!!
My Mummy… and just as old
Then when I accompanied her to New York https://www.nycvb.com/about/ for my cousin’s wedding… and suddenly I was back to 12 years old again.
Now there are only good memories… from the time in England’s Lake District https://www.golakes.co.uk when she asked me to find a friend for her.
To a family camping trip in Co. Wicklow https://visitwicklow.ie… when she was nine and she swigged from my whisky flask and claimed that she thought it was tea!
With my trekking pal Big Jim Gallaghet
There was no pretence when we attended a cocktail night at the Dylan https://www.dylan.ie…
Well, she is her Grannie’s grand-daughter… and don’t even get me started on the other Grandma, the storied Bamba.
*And now I’ve got started I’ll move onto my heroines from my own personal Travels.
New York: The Big Apple is a film set at any time of the year and we all know the tradition of the ball drop in Times Square (and I thought that was all behind me as a teenager).
But regardless of what you might be told it’s not just us tourists who pack out the square on the last day of the old year… my own NY rellies do too.
Of course the neon lights, billboards and skyscrapers are worth seeing any time of the year.
And if you do then check out my pal Tom’s Beacon Hotel, the jewel of the Upper West Side. He loves all visitors but especially the Irish…. https://www.beaconhotel.com
Glasgow: I know all about Edinburgh having lived ten years there and Daddy’s Little Girl being born there.
And I also enjoyed more than my fair share of Hogmanays (don’t ask me why) at Merkat Cross in my student days before the whole action was moved up to the Castle and Princes Street.
But while Edinburgh prides itself on its New Year celebrations, its great rival Glasgow has a party every weekend.
The George Square party in 1990 was legendary as it heralded in the Dear Green Place’s year as European City of Culture.
When two likely lads stood in Princes Street in Edinburgh with a signpost saying ‘you are only 55 miles away from the European City of Culture.’
Sometimes it just needs to be what it says on the tin.
And here in the airport in Split, Croatia http://www.croatia.ie, in the Balkans, the crossroads where South-East Europe meets the Old Ottoman Empire it’s best to have androgynous signs. This ticks the boxes.