Our trip to Ireland started out foggy and ended in Paris. With no stops in Dublin in between.

We got up early early in the morning to avoid rush hour traffic on our way to the airport and then battled some intense fog for an hour and a half on our drive to the airport. After we got to the airport, checked in, and sat for a long time, they announced that the flight to Dublin was canceled and to please collect our baggage and report to the ticket desk. Booooo.

As we stood in line with a bajillion other annoyed people, we weighed our options. "Well, maybe we'll get on a flight to Dublin later today. Or maybe not... there are a lot of people here"... "We could just go home, I guess"..."Well, we're only 2 and a half hours from Paris..."

And so Paris it was. They offered us a 10 p.m. flight to Dublin, but it was 10 a.m. when this took place, and the airport was seriously tiny. We didn't like the prospect of killing time by visiting the snack bar and newsstand 100 times, so we took a refund and hopped back in our car.

We stayed for only one night in Paris, but in a ritzy hotel with bonbons on the pillow and a fancy shower and a double bed that was NOT two twin beds pushed together! We did all our favorite things - drank wine, ate crêpes, ate baguettes, ate some other stuff, and wandered around. It was not what we had planned for the weekend, but you can never go wrong going to Paris. Unless you don't like Paris, in which case you might be dead to me.

So, no Dublin. No Shannon. No Cliffs of Moher. No pubs. No Guinness. But rest assured, there will be a trip to Ireland at some point. We have passes to the Guinness Storehouse that are good for a year and you better believe we're going to use them.