First, we must establish two things:
THIS is Henry Cavill.
And this…is normcore. (Gaaa. So stupid.)
Since we were talking about Ireland, I thought this would be a good time to bring up the time I swooned like a drooling fool over Henry Cavill. When I was supposed to be interviewing him.
Before arriving on the set of The Tudors, I was told to wear boots because there was going to be a lot of mud.
I live in Manhattan, I don’t own boots that are good in the mud—we don’t have mud, just enormous lakes of melted snow/slush/garbage three feet deep around every sidewalk. But no mud. So I wore my snow boots. Which are utterly hideous. And look like elf shoes. And I wore blue corduroy pants (from the Gap!). And some scarf that I thought was cool, before I realized it had something to do with Palestinians or protests or whatever.
I mean…is this what someone should wear when they are about to meet the second most beautiful man in the world?!
Shhhh, Ryan, it’s okay, I will always love you most.
So this is what I looked like when I met Henry Cavill.
And this is what he looks like.
He walked into the room IN COSTUME, gave me a glorious smile and sat down in the chair in front of me, all ready for his interview. My entire body turned a nice beat red as I made a sad attempt at some small talk while he was getting mic’d up—something like “soooo, how has the day been going? Great great…so…how has the day been going?”
I had my very carefully prepared questions in front of me, which were totally useless. How is a girl expected to read a 12-point font on a white piece of paper when a man dressed like a knight at the round table is sitting in front of her. How, I ask you!
After a few horrendously awkward moments, I finally pulled it together and started asking my questions like a robot reading directly from my list. Then, there was this moment when I actually said something…funny. And he smiled. Nay, he laughed! And all I could think was, “HE THINKS I’M FUNNY! I AM SOOO FUNNY RIGHT NOW!!” And then, of course, I completely lost my place and bumbled around like a fool through the rest of the interview with one part of me desperately wanting it to be over, and the other wanting it to never end.
However, despite my ridiculous behavior I got a great interview from him and he gave me a sweet hug goodbye. (I KNOW!!! I. JUST. DIED.) And that was it. He was gone. And the color faded just ever so slightly from the world around me.
But this is a travel blog, not a homage to my love for Henry Cavill, so here is the travel stuff. A little outside of Dublin, The Tudors shot their outdoor scenes in the countryside, and if you’ve never seen the Irish countryside, you are truly missing out.
This is what it looks like with men on horses galloping around on it.
This is what it looks like when they are surveying the land.
And this is what it looks like when someone sets up a medieval war camp on it…
And of course here are some soldiers…just having a smoke. They had lighters back then, right?
GO HERE. DO THIS. EAT THAT. 