A few weeks back, we enjoyed a weekend full of milestones. Not only did we host our first living, breathing guest, but we also took in her extremely fine looking cardboard cut-out husband, courtesy of some equally fine looking new swedish friends. I guess Kate decided to forgo bringing the real Slim Sherman to save more bag space for Aran wool souvenirs.
I consider Kate a New Zealander even though she rocks out a killer american accent during karaoke. She’s also been teaching me how to drop my ‘r’s to speak like I’m from Boston.
Our wedding photographer and friend became the first guest to stay at House of Teves, although in truth it is a not so much a house as a cosy flat.
We even managed to squeeze another two bodies into the flat, a gorgeous swedish couple who were fresh from their wedding a week earlier. The newlyweds enjoyed the honeymoon suite, a recently purchased airbed, and rightly so.
We shared pints of Guiness, pints of Guiness mixed with cider, a mass pizza order, a birthday cake at sunset on the barge, wine from a paper bag, renditions of nearly every song imaginable in Temple Bar’s pubs, greasy kebabs, a squashed taxi ride and a poignant video message of peace for the real Slim Sherman.
Coffee and an irish fry up were necessary the following morning before we set out to explore one of Europe’s largest parks – Phoenix Park.
We bid our kiwi friend farewell with an irish coffee, a traditional meal of corned beef, cabbage and champ and loaded her onto a bus to ride in style to the airport.
Now for the next visitor….
Tick! 
Can Not Wait!