The fun began on Saturday when I met up with my pal Daniel and five of his ex-work colleagues from the European Commission in Brussels. There was a Dane, a Frenchman, an Italian, an Austrian and the inevitable Irishman. All very different and brilliant to a man.
We even went to a disco.
I didn't dance, obviously.
Then to the game on Sunday, starting with the pre-match warm-up in the Walkabout bar. (I had kangaroo and chips for lunch. When in, er, Cardiff).
Honestly, some of the sights.
And then we made our way to the ground.
With a few others.
Who weren't all Irish fans.
I mean, really.
And there was plenty of French support inside the stadium too.
This monsieur was sitting two up from me.
Quackers, I know.
And after Ireland's well-deserved victory, the party got truly underway. I have no idea who those people were, but they were having fun too.
It was a genuine privilege to be part of it. Memories to last until the next time.