I landed back in Ireland late last night.
I was eating really well the first day and then I started slipping, I didn’t go really bad. I never drank so much to even warrant a hangover and I literally got hooked on salads [they are so darn good with soya sauce]. It wasn’t a holiday for us to go crazy on, it was a quiet few days with the family, and that is exactly what we did, and I loved every second of it.
There was no laptop or tv for the whole 4 days, and I didn’t miss either in the slightest. I was debating on bringing my laptop to get some writing done when I was over there, but I’m glad now that I didn’t, because my mind was focused on enjoying myself and it meant that I didn’t have an extra bag to carry around. We did have a tv and my aunt and nanny watched soaps and movies when they wanted some quiet time in, while we went for a walk.
It’s because of these walks that I don’t feel really really awful, we kept up out healthy regime. We walked 15-20k steps-a-day on average, the weather was cool- not too cold that you were cold [except for on the beach], but not too warm that you started sweating the second after coming outside.
I miss being in a house with more people. It was depressing coming home to an empty house [except for seeing my dog]. My mam is back from the same holiday today and she should be in at any moment while I’m writing this. It’s only the two of us in this house now and I really just want to get back over with the family again [we’re thinking September is a good time for the next trip over]. This house just feel empty now.