the spread

I still remember the first time I brought Kevin’s family out to eat Korean BBQ. I was living and studying in Milan at the time and whenever we had long weekends or holidays, we’d travel to see each other. You don’t know how many Ryanair/Aerlingus/Alitalia tickets I have saved in our memory box. Milan to Dublin, Dublin to Milan and sometimes somewhere in between – Paris, London, Edinburgh…Sounds incredibly romantic, doesn’t it? Have you heard how we met?!?!? We were two strangers in Paris, by the Eiffel Tower, and it was pouring outside. I didn’t have an umbrella and was getting soaked in the rain. Then this handsome Irish gentleman (that would be Kevin) offered to walk with me under his umbrella. As we were crossing the boulevard together, I tripped and he turned towards me and caught me in his arms. COME ON GUYS, ARE YOU SERIOUSLY BUYING THIS TALE?! Things like that never happen to real people!!! We did meet in Paris, but our story is nothing like that. 😉 I’m getting off topic here – back to the Korean bbq story. Where was I? Oh yes, so I flew into Dublin to spend the holidays with Kevin and his family.