We just returned from the North American Irish Dance Championships held this year in Vancouver. Thirty-five-hundred dancers and 20,000 family and friends descended on the city for a week full of Olympian artistry. The gorgeous venue overlooked the Pacific Ocean and the first thing I noticed after the salt-water breeze was the air of expectation. It was palpable. Continue reading
After six flights, three countries, two competitions and one epic memory, we are home.
My three children and I travelled to Glasgow for the World Irish Dance Championships where my two sons were competing. Our first flight to Dublin was delayed which caused us to miss our connecting flight to Glasgow. I sprinted through the airport with three kids in tow, abandoning the luggage carousel, to try and find four new seats to the city that was expecting 20,000 visitors that week for the Worlds. Continue reading