By Suzanne Sparrow Watson
2017 was a hard year – friends died, good buddies moved away, and I didn’t lose the five pounds I so optimistically recorded on my New Year’s resolutions. So when I saw a sign in a gift store that said, “Life is Short. Take the trip. Buy the shoes. Eat the cake.”, I took it to heart. In fairness, I’ve never had an issue with the cake part of the affirmation. In fact, eating cake is right in my wheelhouse. But I’m not a good shopper and my travels are limited to occasional trips with my nieces and our summer road trips. As a life-long knitter I’ve always dreamed of going to the British Isles or Ireland but year after year I put it off. Until I read that sign. Exactly a year ago this week I asked a few friends if they would like to go on a knitting trip to one of my dream destinations. They all responded a resounding “YES!” So next week we’re embarking on a nine day trip to Ireland, which we have dubbed the “Irish Princess Tour”.
Why ‘Princess?’ Because we decided that if we’re going to go, we’re going to go in style. We are flying from Phoenix to London on a British Air 747 in the Upper Deck. Riding “upstairs” has been on my bucket list for a long time. I recall many years ago flying from San Francisco to New York on a 747 but I was “stuck” in business class down below. This time, I was going to make it to the upper deck or bust! We also decided that we would rather stay in one location rather than constantly pack and re-pack our bags. After all, the weather this time of year is still a bit chilly and rainy so numerous layers, requiring lots of clothing options, are required. We concluded that Killarney is centrally located, has good restaurants, and more importantly, plenty of pubs. So we selected the Killarney Park Hotel, which I discovered after the fact, is the same hotel brother Bob and his wife Linda stayed in when they visited Killarney. Apparently the KPH is a Sparrow tradition!
Once we had our plane and hotel reservations we began to work on what would occupy our time. Here is where another good life lesson was learned. There is a very famous knitwear designer, Carol Feller, who lives in Cork, about an hour away from Killarney. She does many large group classes for the Irish Tourism Board tours and we were a bit disappointed that we could not join in the tour’s classes. Mustering up my courage, and on the premise that the worst she could say was “no”, I emailed her and asked if we could visit her studio and have a private class for the five of us. She emailed me back within hours to say not only would she do the class, she will come up to our hotel to do it. Armed with my newfound confidence in asking strangers for favors, I emailed a yarn store in Dublin that we’re visiting and not only did she respond that she will greet us with tea and biscuits, but that she’s arranged for Kieran Foley to give us a private trunk show. Okay, by now most of you have glossed over Carol Feller and Kieran Foley so let me put it in terms you might relate to: it is the knitting equivalent of a golfer getting a lesson from Rory McElroy or Padraig Harrington.
One of the wonderful aspects of this trip is that there is another Type “A” on it! While I arranged the knitting end of things, my friend Patsy worked on many other aspects, most importantly our touring agenda. We knew that big bus tours are not for us – we’ve all had the experience of people in a group that are so annoying that you spend half your time ducking them. Patsy did some research on Trip Advisor and found Jack at Killarney Taxi and Tours. Jack, it turns out, is a treasure. It’s little wonder he gets rave reviews. Not only does he have wonderful recommendations, he acknowledged that we might want to spend a “wee bit of time in the pubs” AND he’s taking us to the Skelligs Chocolate Factory. I love this guy already.
To top it off, well be spending our last night in Ireland at Dromoland Castle. Yes – a real castle for fake princesses! At the time we made the reservation the exchange rate between the Euro and the dollar was much better. If it keeps climbing at the current pace we may be Princess Dishwashers. Finally, I got my Ancestry DNA results in last week and I’m 20% Irish. More about that after my brother gets his results and we find out if we’re really related. In the mean time, for the next couple of weeks, I’m going to be 100% Irish, visiting its wild coasts, singing “Ireland’s Call” at a few pubs and paying homage to my ancestors. I’ll keep you posted. They do have bail bondsmen in Ireland, don’t they?