To everyone who helped spread the word about the auction, donated, bid and got behind the fundraiser for the Unleeshed girls. The auction was a huge success and we were able to raise the money necessary for the girls to make the trip to Panama City Beach, Florida in July for the World Series!
There is amazing generosity in the romance community and I’m so privileged and honored to be a part of that group of awesome, awesome people.
Love,
Maya and the Unleeshed 12U team :)
Auction update and a way to donate! Hey gang, less than 24 hours before the end of the bidding for all those fantastic signed books and ARCs and a few lunches as well! For a complete list you can go here http://www.ebay.com/sch/forestertjl/m.html?_nkw=&_armrs=1&_from=&_ipg=&_trksid=p3686
I’ve gotten several emails from wonderfully, generous people who have said that the bidding has gotten out of their price range for several of the items but that they’d still really like to help out with a small donation and asked how to do so. First, I can’t thank all of you enough for your kindness. I am truly wowed and so grateful for all the fantastic people who’ve responded to this fundraiser.
On the Unleeshed blog page http://bunaunleeshed.wordpress.com there is a paypal donate button on the upper right. This same button can be found on the team website, http://www.unleeshed.com and donations can be made directly to the team in ANY dollar amount. Every penny counts toward these girls dream :)
I was also asked for the team address so that a check could be mailed. If anyone has interest in doing this, any correspondence can be directed to
Buna Unleeshed 12U
PO Box 121
Buna, TX 77612
Again, thank YOU ALL for helping to spread the word, for your kind words, your support and your bids and donations to help our girls go to the World Series. They are working hard (As I type, they’re hosting a tournament as another fundraiser so they’ve given up their entire weekend, dawn to midnight to put on and work a tournament) and they appreciate all your support as well.
Hey gang,
If you follow me on twitter or read my Facebook or even this blog, you’ve probably heard me talk about Girlie and her softball team many, many times. This year they’re playing as a 12U team and they’re planning to go to the World Series of Softball in Panama City Beach, Florida in July. To help them raise money, I thought it would be awesome for romance authors and readers to play a part in sending a girl power team to Florida for this awesome opportunity to play teams from all over the country. We’re having an auction Mar 1-3 to benefit the team and thanks to the generosity of many authors and publishers we have some TERRIFIC items to auction off. We have signed books, advanced copies of several upcoming releases and we have a few lunches with authors at this year’s RWA conference in Anaheim, CA.
So if you get a chance, go check out the Buna Unleeshed Blog for more details as well as a list of all the items we’re auctioning. (Check back because we still have more items to add!) And you can also check out the Unleeshed website to get to know the girls that you’ll be helping get to the World Series this year.
Much love, and thank you for helping “my” girls! :)
Maya
If you’ve spent any time on my Twitter feed or on my Facebook page, you’ll know that I’ve been seriously whining about not having had time to read in a very long time. It’s true. It’s a truth and an inevitability that I hate even as I acknowledge why. My first priority is to write MY books and give my readers the stories I promise them. Then and only then do I get to indulge in being a reader and fan of OTHER authors’ works.
Now I read fast and the thing is, when I do get some precious time to read I an one grumpy bitch if I get interrupted. I binge read to the exclusion of all else. I’ll stay up an entire night reading one book after another and once I START a book I am absolutely resentful of ANYTHING that interferes with me finishing that book. I HATE having to close a book in the middle of it.
So for the past few months, I’ve continued to buy books, even knowing it might be forever until I got to read them. But there is a certain comfort in having the books on my Kindle for “when I get the time” And if I don’t buy the book I’m interested in RIGHT THEN, I’m likely to forget all about it and never get to go back and get it. I try to preorder as much as possible just so the books are automatically downloaded and I don’t have to worry about missing a great book.
I finally got a chance to do some reading over the weekend. I didn’t really have the time to be honest, but I was at “that point” where my brain was just shutting down. I’m tired. I tend to cram into three months what a normal year’s worth of work is, so I feel like every three months I NEED some sort of vacation. And I can’t just read as soon as I finish up one of those back to back to back deadlines because my brain is seriously so shut down that I can’t even fathom opening a book to read.
Reading is…I can’t even explain it in words. I mean it’s something I’ve loved since I was a child. A very young child. I never owned a television growing up. Books were my EVERYTHING and I do mean everything. Libraries and my local librarians are absolutely why I’m a writer today. They fed my voracious appetite for books because I simply could not have afford to buy 40 every week to read. So I wore out that library card and read every single thing I could get my hands on.
So when I go a long time without reading, I get cranky and the longer I go, the harder it is for me to actually be able to open a book and dive back in. Weird huh? So it always takes me a little bit because I resist all the books I have because I’m just so tired and brain dead and I have this fear that especially since I’m trying a “new” book that it won’t be awesome or that I’ll be disappointed which is WHY I do a LOT of rereading. I have my “comfort” reads and these are the books that I pull out when I’m really dragging the bottom of the barrel and I need my batteries recharged but I don’t want to take a risk on a book I won’t like. So these comfort reads get read over and over. I have print copies and I have kindle copies because I’m one of “those” readers who will absolutely buy both formats.
Anyway to get to my point, not only was I craving some time to read but I really wanted to branch out and try something new and different. Maybe a little out of my comfort zone. I never read in the genre I’m writing in, and I really have no explanation for that one, but I just don’t. I know other authors who are the same way so at least I’m not alone in my neurosis. So the fact that I write so many genres? Well, it limits my options. I’ve only just recently started reading a few erotic romances simply because I’m not writing as many as I used to. I’m very picky about it so I’ve been selectively getting a few to read here and there. Since my other two “main” genres at the moment are romantic suspense ( hate that tag. I really don’t write suspense. I write action adventure) but anyway and I also write historicals so I’m not reading romantic suspense or historicals. Which leaves me with contemporary….and well, paranormal. And I’ll be honest. I don’t read a lot of PNR. And I never ever read Urban Fantasy. I just don’t. Nalini Singh is like my one exception but she’s made of awesome so really, she’s worthy of being an exception!
But several months ago I decided to give Kresley Cole’s IAD series a try. The current blurb intrigued me so I read it. It wasn’t my favorite but I was sufficiently intrigued enough to go read the first in the series. Now. Holy shit. THAT book I loved. Liked seriously had mad love for. So I bought the rest of the series and loved some more than others. Like LOVED some. Was okay with others. But It was definitely enough to make me buy Lothaire and I loved it. Kresley has a very entertaining way of writing that keeps you turning the pages. It’s kind of like crack. So maybe she’s found a way to be spell her books?
And then I emailed a friend because (and I’m still not sure what prompted me) but I was suddenly and inexplicably intrigued by Patricia Briggs. Now I should explain I do not read first person books. DO. NOT. LIKE. So WHY was I contemplating reading her Mercy Thompson series? I have no bloody idea. In fact I once sent a love letter to Nalini Singh THANKING her for writing an Urban Fantasy series in third person because I was like YES, FINALLY someone broke some implied rule that all UF MUST BE first person. Ok I’ll stop now lol.
And then I was told about her Alpha/Omega series which IS in third person so I pounced on that first and very quickly consumed the novella and first two books in the series. And the thing is I love her writing. It’s just very evocative. I can’t even explain how it makes me feel but it’s mesmerizing. (Maybe she and Kresley Cole are onto something with that be spelling thing??)
So then I bit the bullet and bought the Mercy Thompson series and it had the same mesmerizing quality that her writing had for the A/O series (and yes people I do know that Patricia Briggs is a writing team but for my purposes it’s just much easier to say HER instead of him/her at every turn) I’m only up to book 2 so far but obviously I’m not stopping until I get to the present book at which point I will bitch and moan ENDLESSLY over having to wait for another goddamn book in the series. I mean I’m already whining because I have to wait until March for the next A/O book. (Patience is not one of my finer virtues, BELIEVE ME)
So the verdict? I have loved THREE PNR/UF series in the past year, people. That’s huge for me as before I only read like a very, very (count on one hand) PNR authors.
Let’s see what else have I read in my binge? I read two Lisa Marie Rice novellas. They were “snacks” because the thing is I love her full length books so much and it’s kind of frustrating for me to read something so short from her because I just want to say NOOOOOOOO where’s the rest?? But they were good and satisfying and a good follow up to the original novels.
Awhile back I did a shout out on twitter to see if anyone had read Barbara Elsborg and if so what they thought? I didn’t get many response and they were varied but nothing just overnethusiastic. But there were two of her books that I had bought because the blurbs intrigued me. This was a few months ago and I finally decided to take the plunge last night.
Holy fuck, people.
Ok, I get that maybe I might be in the minority. Maybe a lot of people just haven’t read her. But wow did I love the two books I read. They were An Ordinary Girl and Strangers. I really don’t have the words to describe how compelling I found these books. I mean it was like I just couldn’t stop reading. They weren’t easy, “fluffy” reads by any means and I kept reading with this sense of dread KNOWING that the entire world was going to go to shit at ANY minute. I was holding my breath at some points and then was cursing because I was like damn it, this is stressing me out. Strangers was my favorite of the two but they were both just so good. Anyone who knows me, knows that I love me some angst and drama, the more the better and Strangers had it in spades. The ending of that book just had a huge knot in my throat and my chest was tight because I just knew what conclusions the hero had drawn based on how they “met” and that he was going to think she was dead because he couldn’t find her anywhere. And then they find her abandoned car… Ok I’ll stop but wowza, those books just hit all my buttons. They were meaty reads that had me absorbed from beginning to end.
So anyway, that’s my reading report for now. I’ve been on a great self published search and I’ve bought a couple of titles but I’m scouring for more because I know there are some hidden gems out there and I’m always very happy when I find a new to me author who knocks my socks off. So I’ve been hoarding some, buying as I come across them but the search continues :)
And now that I’ve told you all about what I’ve been reading, what about you?? Got any awesome rec’s for me? I may not be able to READ them right away but my one click finger works VERY well hahahaha. I click and then just know it’s there to read later ;)
I have my readers to thank for a really wonderful year as an author. 2011 is a year I’ll long remember and it’s because of you guys. In February, Colters’ Daughter hit the NYT and the USA Today for two weeks and was the first digital only book to do so. In March, just a month later, Hidden Away, book 3 in the KGI series hit #11 on the NYT and #43 on the USA Today. It also hit the digital NYT list and the combined print and digital as well as the Publisher’s Weekly bestseller list.
Then in April, Sweet Possession hit the trade NYT bestseller list as well as the USA Today list.
In September, my Harlequin Desire, Enticed by His Forgotten Lover hit the NYT and USA Today bestseller list and then again in November when Wanted By Her Lost Love releases so it was a very exciting year for category romance and the Desire line in particular!
Perhaps most exciting was how well received my Scottish historical trilogy was. Believe me when I saw I was terrified. I love writing historical romance. I’ve always loved it. It holds a very special place in my heart. I was so worried no one would like it and that I wouldn’t be able to continue writing those types of romances. But not only did you guys go out and buy them and talk about them and recommend them but you put all three on the USA Today bestseller lists for 10 combined weeks. You also put two of them on the NYT Bestseller list and Never Love a Highlander swept the lists much in the way Hidden Away did back in March by hitting three NYT bestseller lists, the USA Today and Publisher’s Weekly. Never Love a Highlander also became my highest placement on the USA Today when it hit #32.
You guys have been absolutely amazing to me and I’ll never be able to tell you how much your support means.
Take a look above, because all of that? YOU made possible. Anyone can write a book, but it takes really special, devoted readers to put that book on the bestseller lists.
Thank you for making my year the best year yet.
Love,
Maya
After an endless Sunday of traveling that began at 6 a.m. Dublin time (or midnight back home) I arrived back home after two hours in the Dublin airport, a 7 hour flight to Newark, a five hour layover, a 3 hour flight to Houston and then a two hour drive home from the airport. Needless to say I don’t remember much beyond stumbling into bed around 11 last night.
But I’m home and I have SO much catching up to do. I need to blog about the remainder of my adventure in Ireland as well as post some pics now that I’m back in the land of high speed internet.
I finished Sweet Addiction while on vacation but as soon as I got to the end, I knew the ending was all wrong. *sigh* I pondered it for two days including a sleepless night in the hotel in Dublin the night before our early A.M. flight home. And finally pinpointed what was wrong. So I’ve now deleted the entire last chapter and I’m currently rewriting the ending and already I know I have it right this time.
I have so much to do this week that I’m in meltdown mode. You know sometimes when you have SO much to do that you don’t even know where to start so you just sort of sit and stare blankly because you’re so overwhelmed? Yeah, that’s me right now lol. Of course the smarter thing to do is to make a to do list and start tackling the items on it. That’s what most organized people would do….
So I’m back but up to my neck in “stuff” If you’ve emailed me, contacted me etc please please be patient with me. I have a backlog of emails that is insane!
I know I promised you guys pics. I even bought an outrageously expensive flash drive for the occasion. (okay so everything over here is ridiculously expensive. I don’t know how people make a living here with paying the huge income tax percentages and the prices of EVERYTHING.) But I digress (what else is new) But the fact of the matter is, my internet sucks ass here. I haven’t had this much frustration since the days of dial up and hell, at least it WORKED back then. It was slow as hell but it stayed on. Not so much with this stuff *sob*
It takes me forever to get on and once I do manage to have the stars align just right and get a connection, it then drops randomly and so you have to keep trying to get to where you’re going on keep trying to check email until you hit those few seconds where it works with no interruption, type like hell and then wait again while it blips off to God knows where.
So uhm while I have pictures on my laptop now, the chances of me getting them posted? Let’s just say I’d probably win the lottery before that happens. So the pics will have to wait until I get back to the land of high speed internet.
As for day 4? I worked all day today. The fog was super thick and it was chilly. Hubby and the kids went to play golf again and I stayed behind to curl up under a blanket and try to finish this book. (I’m almost there and won’t go to bed tonight until I finish. Or rather, I’m already IN bed, but I won’t go to sleep until this book is done, done, done.
Tomorrow the kids are going horseback riding in the morning and hubby and I are going to do some shopping. I think tomorrow afternoon if the weather prediction was accurate, we’ll take a boating trip :)
So there’s the update such as it is. I’m hoping this will post in this lifetime and I’m getting back to work on the writing. I left my characters all in turmoil and they’re probably pissed at me because I haven’t gotten back to them to solve all their woes.
Today started, well it started late *g* We all slept in as people on vacation do. I’ve never been up on getting up at the crack of dawn and go, go, go all day only to collapse into bed at night and the end result is going home EXHAUSTED and thinking DAMN I need a vacation… Agree?
So anyway we slept late. Got up cooked breakfast and then hubby took the kids to play what I guess is the Irish equivalent to putt putt or mini golf. It was a pitch and putt course. They played for a couple hours while I perched myself on my chair that overlooks the ocean from our cottage and I worked for a little bit but mostly I sat and soaked up the sun and the breeze and the smell of the ocean. Ahhh it was nice.
When the kidlets returned, we had a light lunch and then decided we were going to hit the road because the weather was just so amazingly gorgeous and we wanted to do some exploring. We took the coastal road from Doolin around to Ballyvaughn and further to a castle (the name escapes me at the moment even though I can hear the eldery Irish caretaker pronouncing it so I had the right of it) But hey I’m tired and my brain’s a bit fuzzy and full of gorgeous sunsets.
We stopped along the way and clambered over rock outcroppings to peek over the cliffs and we sat awhile and enjoyed the view. Our entire motto was “we’re not in a hurry” Although I did keep telling my daughter “don’t break your leg. Please don’t break your leg” I swear my youngest two are such daredevils and they scare the bejebus out of me because they’re so uninhibited.
We came back through Ennistimon instead of going back around the coastal road because I needed to find a flashdrive so I could transfer pictures from hubby’s laptop (where he downloads the camera’s pics to) to MY laptop because you guys keep asking for pics and well, I haven’t had a way to post them yet!
So I’m working on it. I’m hoping by tomorrow’s post to be able to give you guys a glimpse of our trip.
When we got back to the cottage, the kids went outside to play and hubby cooked dinner. Then we all sat outside watching the sun go down, and truly, this was as beautiful a sunset as we saw in the US Virgin Islands. We had plans to go into town to one of the pubs to listen to some more music this evening but we were all comfortable being lazy and so we just laid back and watched the sunset.
So there you have it. Day three. Not so exciting. But rather a lazy day taking our time and getting off the beaten path a bit. But then that’s what do most vacations. I jokingly told hubby that the year we went to Scotland that I swear we saw parts of Scotland that I doubt most Scots have never seen! Said jokingly but it was the absolute truth. I do know that there were many times we didn’t see a single other car for super long stretches of time when we were traversing the countryside.
I’m heading to bed where I’m going to work for awhile. I’ll catch you guys tomorrow!
So the rest of day two went as follows. After our morning jaunt to the grocery store, we decided since it was so foggy that we’d hit the Doolen Cave. As we entered the tour, I knew I was fucked when the guide mentioned that we’d be descending stairs. Not just a few. But uhm like a hundred. For one, I have this unnatural fear of falling down stairs. I’ve had this fear ever since I can remember. I hated my high school because it was two stories and every other class for me was on a different floor and there was always a hoard of students pushing and shoving down the stairs and I was always terrified I was going to fall down them.
Now the other part of this horror story is that I knew at the end of the tour I was going to have to climb back those 100 steps. Fuck me.
I wasn’t smart enough to just tell the family, oh you go ahead. I’ll wait for you up here. Oh no. Because I wasn’t going to wimp out. So I teeter down all those damn stairs holding on to the rail for dear life. Then when we get to the bottom, we go through this slick as snot cave corridor thing with the ceiling so low that even me and my short ass self hit my head. (We wore hardhats and it’s a good damn thing.) My aforementioned six foot four husband had to walk doubled over the entire way.
But then we get to…more steps. Wet, slimy, uneven steps. Some really short. Some with a steep drop off. Again, I clung to the wet, slimy rail for dear life and my knees shook so badly I was REALLY afraid I was just going to face plant.
It was cool. Don’t get me wrong. But really? Not my thing. I love the science behind caves. I love visiting them. All those slippery steps I could have done without. By the time we left to return to those 100 stairs I had already had to climb up a bazillion slippery, uneven steps and at that point I was just done. I wanted to know where the damn elevator was.
Hubby’s sweet and he lagged behind with me while I climbed the steps holding onto the railing for dear life and thinking OMFG, WHY did I do this again?
We get out to the car and my stupid knees were still shaking so bad that I could barely get control of them. Phobias are a bitch, I tell ya.
We drove back to the cottage and hubby took the kids to some nearby castle ruins while I researched a trip I wanted to take with the kids. (The internet is so frightfully slow here that it honest to God took as long as they were gone to find all the info I wanted)
They returned laughing like hyenas because apparently daddy fell down some step at the castle or on the grounds since apparently this particular castle is privately owned and not open to the public so they were only able to get so close to it. So see? My phobia? Not unfounded. And they were also apparently accosted by some old rude Irish guy who muttered something about reading signs. Never mind the nice woman who informed my husband how far he could venture on public property.
Truly, this is the first rude Irish person we’ve encountered. Or I should say they since I wasn’t with them so really *I* haven’t met a single rude person here :) They’re all disgustingly cheerful and exceedingly helpful. Even to neurotic Americans with stair phobias…
After they return we decide to go down to the pier. Just because. No other reason. And the fog had finally lifted and there was actually SUNSHINE. And even better patches of BLUE in the sky. And I should mention that my cottage is RIGHT on the ocean and yet until this afternoon I hadn’t actually SEEN the water from my front porch because of the fog. I mean I knew it was there but you couldn’t have proved it by what I could see.
So we puttered around, enjoyed some fresh air. It’s delightfully chilly here and such a welcome change from 100 degrees and 100 percent humidity back home.
On our way back from the pier we stopped at a different pub that was offering live music beginning just twenty minutes from when we arrived, so we took a seat and ordered. The food was terrific. (So far we’re two for two on eating out in Ireland and even the kids are eating!) The music was terrific. As odd as it may sound, really you haven’t fully appreciated John Denver’s Country Roads until you’ve heard it sung by an Irishman with a guitar in an Irish pub :)
And then we took a drive, sort of a roundabout drive back to the cottage because we weren’t yet ready to get back home just yet. We saw a rooster pheasant and a hen on the road and then watched as they flew low over a field only to land a short distance away. We stopped to watch until finally they flushed up again and flew further away.
When we did finally get back home, the sky to the west was clearing over the water and I was excited because I figured we’d actually get to see a sunset that evening so I positioned myself accordingly, propped back on some pillows and lazily watched the sun go down while Hubby and the youngest two played catch in the yard.
Now I’m in bed having just watched the last vestiges of the sun slip down over the horizon and it’s finally dark (It’s well after ten) and so I’m going to sign off and work for a bit. This is a holiday, yes, but it’s a working one for me because there are some things that have to get done no matter what. But I’ll get them done when everyone else is asleep so I don’t miss any of the fun stuff :)
Good night from Doolin!
As some of you may know, I’m off on our family vacation to Ireland. It’s been a super busy summer for us and I’ve really been looking forward to some “down time” I took my daughter with me to NYC for the RWA conference in June. This was after a super busy spring softball schedule! That week nearly killed us both. We were exhausted when we got back home and we only had a few days to unpack and get ready to head to Panama City Beach Florida to watch my daughter play in the World Series of Softball. Now THAT was an exhausting 9 days away from home. AND? When we got home? We again only had a few days to unpack, wash clothes and get ready to head on our family vacation.
We left the house at 8am Saturday morning. Caught a noon flight from Houston to Newark. Had a two and a half hour layover before boarding a flight to Dublin. I prefer to fly first class domestically. My husband says I’m spoiled but really there are so many reasons that I won’t go into for the sake of brevity that I refuse to fly coach. Number one being I hate people and I don’t like being that up close and personal with the cattle grid as I lovingly refer to as the coach section of an airplane.
When we flew to Scotland two years ago, husband was convinced that there was no need. We were only taking my oldest son with me and he said we’ll have the entire row to ourselves! No other people to deal with blah blah. Ok well, he was miserable the entire 8 hour flight. He’s a big guy. Six foot four. Broad shouldered. My son is also a big dude. Yeah, you can see how that worked out in our little coach seats.
So this year I put my foot down, told him he had no say so, I was booking the flights AND I got an awesome deal on first class tickets by being flexible with the week we wanted to fly. (If we’d come next week, the tickets would have cost triple what they cost me to fly this past week) But I digress.
Let’s just say that after flying first class the entire way that my husband has vowed to never ever interfere in me making the travel arrangements and is happy to let me book whatever I like hehe. Seriously, the seats were awesome. The service was awesome. They fed us for the first three hours solid. The kids slept and I worked. I rarely ever “enjoy” flying but I have to say the first class on Continental’s 757 was freaking awesome.
We arrived in Dublin at 6:30 in the morning. I hear you groaning. So was I. It took us forever to get the rental car but we were finally on our way and it took us another three and a half hours to reach our destination of Doolin on the West coast of Ireland. So if you’re counting with me, that was a two hour drive to the airport in Houston. A 3 and a half hour flight to Newark. A two and a half hour layover. A six hour flight to Dublin and a 3 and a half hour drive to Doolin. That’s a hell of a lot of traveling. By the time we got to our cottage, I was a walking zombie. I didn’t even unpack. I fell into the very comfy bed with wonderful, plush pillows and passed out.
I forced myself out of bed a few hours later and we ventured into Doolin only to find the little grocery shop there (and when I say little, I’m talking closet size) closed but we were directed to Lisdoonvarna just a few kilometers up the road and so we set off just so we could get breakfast stuff for the next morning. We were warned not to try to buy groceries on a Sunday because the shelves would be bare and that Mondays were “stock” days.
After picking up a few items at the small grocery shop, we went across the street to the Irish Arms pub to grab some dinner. This is where my trepidation came in. To back up, two summers ago we went to Scotland and England on vacation. Now I’d warned my husband that English food…well, it’s just not good. It’s bland. Apparently there’s a law against seasoning the food. And he quickly informed me that I was right. And this guy will usually eat anything. He’s not picky like me and my daughter. We nearly starved and finally halfway through the vacation we gave up on eating out in establishments. We started going to the grocery store in Inverness and we’d buy yummy breads, sandwich meat, cheeses and drinks and we’d pack a lunch and eat wherever we decided to stop.
But to get back to Ireland, the food was really good at the pub where we ate. Even my daughter (who eats NOTHING) loved her food. Afterward we drove back to our cottage and sort of laid around looking at each other with glazed eyes and finally decided to go to bed at 9. It doesn’t get dark until well after nine but we were too tired to care.
This morning we staggered out of bed and hubby cooked breakfast. Or as well as we could given that we only had eggs, bread and the European version of bacon, which is nothing like American bacon. But at least WE cooked it similarly to American bacon. When we were in the UK, the bacon was always kind of half cooked, pale and slimy. I’m still shuddering as I think about it. Then we headed out to Ennistimon where we’d been told there was an actual grocery store (that was bigger than a closet)
Another thing we’ve discovered, or at least that my kids have told me, is that they hate the milk over here. Now I don’t drink milk in the states but they all do and they’ve said the milk here is “gross” I’m not sure what the difference is. But even my husband turned up his nose.
We’re starting to sound like a picky lot aren’t we?
The grocery store was fun. We were on the hunt for biscuits. Not cookies. Our cookies are biscuits but I wanted what OUR biscuits are. Finally found some scone mix and we’re going to attempt to make those for breakfast tomorrow to go with our funky bacon (that more resembles a thin porkchop) and our very orange yolk eggs. I do love the bread over here though and I hit the bakery and got a nice selection :)
This afternoon we’re going to visit the Doolin Cave because the fog is still as thick as soup and there’s not much to see. I can only see perhaps fifty yards out my window before I encounter a solid wall of white. On Wednesday the kids are going horseback riding but there’s supposed to be NO chance of sun on Wed and a 90 percent chance of raining so that should be fun for them…
We have a whopping forty percent chance of SUN tomorrow *laugh* and only ten percent chance today. I think forty percent is the highest percentage of this entire week so tomorrow we’ll likely try to take a boat over to the Aran Islands.
That’s my adventure so far! Tonight we’ll probably hit a local pub here in Doolin where they play traditional Irish music and just chill. If I find internet again, I’ll post more of our week as I’m able.
Hope all is well with all of you!
