There's no place like home.

Every week I go into town I fall in love with Dublin over and over again.
I go in every other week. I meet up with one of my besties, Barbara who I’ve known since I moved to Dublin in ’94, when I was 8.
We went to primary school together and then secondary school. And we are going away together with my other good buddies. So America watch out.

Back to Dublin. I really couldn’t imagine living anywhere else for too long. The past few weeks have been hilarious. I’ve seen people (men) dressed as Storm troopers and Darth Vader, pink rabbits (they were French and over for the rugby), A Subway sub and my favourite a giant Penis.
That was too funny. I think it’s the irreverence for Dublin that Dubliners have, is what I love.