The lead singer and lead guitarist of U2, Bono and The Edge, won a protracted legal battle yesterday in their effort to renovate and expand Dublin's Clarence hotel, which they own.

The Clarence, located near the Temple Bar district of Dublin, is one of the city's most famous hotels.

The architect that the two musicians have hired for the $235 million renovation plan intends to completely gut the hotel before expanding into neighboring property sites, ultimately more than tripling the number of rooms currently offered.

The duo's plan had been marred in a 4 year legal battle, as preservationists argued that too many other protected buildings in the vicinity would be affected, including several which now will have to be knocked down.

Ireland's planning board approved the Clarence expansion, but with conditions, including calling for an archeologist to be on site throughout the project.

Naturally, preservationists say the celebrity of Bono and The Edge, two of Ireland's richest men, allowed them to bypass planning laws that would have thwarted anyone else.

With summer in full swing it, finding good outdoor spaces to have a drink is the thing to do. Nothing says summer more than a couple of friends sitting on an outdoor terrace sharing a pitcher. But even better than your average terrace or patio has to be a rooftop.

Stopping for an evening drink is an excellent activity, but if you can find a bar on top of a tall building with an excellent view of your host city, even better. While in Vietnam last fall, my hostel in Hanoi had a rooftop bar and it seemed none of us ever wanted to leave. Our friends over at Matador Nights -- part of the Matador Network -- think along the same lines and have graced us with an article on The World's 10 Best Rooftop Bars. It's the insider's guide to finding the best rooftop nightlife, from the ultra cool to the ultra sexy.

Here are the top five:

1. Sirocco, Bangkok, Thailand
2. The Penthouse, Madrid, Spain
3. Luna Bar, Kuala Lumpur, Malaysia
4. Rooftop Bar, Melbourne, Australia
5. Gravity, Dublin, Ireland

For the rest of the list and descriptions to all of the bars, read the Matador Nights article here. Do you have a favorite rooftop bar?

When I headed to the West Hollywood Book Fair last September, I didn't know which writers I would meet or what to expect. The scope of offerings was impressive, and one book in particular caught my eye. Sacred Places of the Goddesses: 101 Destinations pulled me in for a chat with the author, Karen Tate.

Tate, who lives with her husband, Roy in one of my most favorite towns, Venice, California, is a world traveler, tour guide and an expert on goddesses. She knows exactly where to see their traces and influences.

Her book--part travel guide, part spiritual guide and part chronicle of history, includes each section of the world. [See earlier post review.]

Since we chatted in the shade of her display booth, Tate has been busy launching her weekly Internet radio show "Voices of the Sacred Feminine" and promoting her new book, Walking an Ancient Path.

We talked on the phone last fall, and I've kept up with her various activities ever since. As a person with a lens focused on travel and spirituality, Tate offers a unique perspective about how one can experience the world.

For those in search of that little extra umph when they travel--the something more that connects them to self or something bigger than they are, sacred place travel can offer a sense of purpose. Traveling with a contemplative eye can move one deeper into an experience.

Here is a book that offers up sacred places to visit with a twist. In Sacred Places of Goddess, 108 Destinations, author Karen Tate, presents the history of goddess worship, the role of the Divine Feminine around the world, the significance of each particular goddess, and how do you get to the places where you can experience their influence. This is part travel guide, part history lesson, part cultural analysis, --and more. Much more.

Whether it's a sacred, spiritual boost you're after, or just an unusual way to look at the places you are wandering though, here's a book to consider.

Tate's book caught my eye when I was wandering around the West Hollywood Book Festival last September. With spiritual travel showing up on the radar lately, I wanted to point this one out as a fascinating read that presents sites and information you may not come across otherwise.

Divided into sections by continents and countries, the book delves into the archaeological, sociological and historical significance of particular places and their goddess connection. Sites include: grottoes, churches, temples, ruins, particular statues or artwork of note.

Sex and the City was the hot topic the summer between our two years living in Taiwan and our two years in India. I saw it once at a friend's house when I stopped over in Albuquerque for a few days visit. I liked it, but nothing I couldn't live without. I was jet-lagged anyway. Two years later, I saw one more episode. Friends we were visiting in Pochetello, Idaho had TiVoed it---something else that was new phenomenon in the U.S. cultural scene.

Five years after that, there I was last night with two of my women friends at the opening night Sex and the City event at Drexel East, one of the independent movie theaters in Columbus, Ohio. One friend was wearing a black dress. Since living overseas has made me totally out of tune with what to wear on many occasions, and I don't travel in glamorous circles very often, I wasn't paying attention to my attire. Plus, this was a back to back event--the first event was the end-of -the-year potluck at my son's elementary school. With ten minutes in between the two, I had on a very nice T-shirt, black jeans and a pair of new shoes that fit into casual nice. Ooops.

I was all caught up with the Sex and the City storyline, however, thanks to videos and cable television. It used to be that living overseas meant huge chunks of popular culture were totally gone. It wasn't a terrible loss, but there were movies I hadn't seen, or events that happened in celebrity-ville that I wasn't privy too. There were some conversations at parties I couldn't join in. No loss really, but it was clear who had been living a life out of the American mainstream.

Twenty-one years ago, a 4th grader named Emily Hwaung put a message in a plastic bottle and sent it sailing on the ocean near Seattle via a guy with a boat. The bottle was released along with several others as part of a class project. Emily's bottle was recently picked up in Alaska by Merle Brandell while he was walking his dog in his fishing village town, Nelson Lagoon. Due to his diligent pursuits, Brandell was able to locate Emily, who is now Emily Shih, and well past 4th grade. At age 30, Emily doesn't remember the bottle project all that much but is tickled her message has come full circle and is not still part of the ocean's pollution.

The article chronicling this latest bottle-sent /bottle-found story mentions how rare it is for bottles dropped into the ocean to ever be found. This makes me feel even more gleeful about my own experience. The summer after I graduated from undergraduate school I was taking a night ferry from France to Ireland as part of a two-months plus backpacking trip.

After sharing a bottle of wine with fellow travelers, we decided to write a message, seal it in a bottle and send it on a journey. I can't remember what we wrote--or if we felt guilty throwing a bottle overboard, but I do know that some time later I received a letter from France. A couple had been walking along the beach and found it. I can't remember which beach or how long it took for the bottle to be found. I'm not even sure where the note is. I did keep it, but with moves and travels, the note is buried in a box somewhere. You'll just have to trust me that it's there. I wonder if Emily knows where her 4th grade teacher is. I'm sure the teacher would be thrilled to know that this project did end up with a successful ending despite the other bottles still out there. [via AP]

Did you have a happy St. Patrick's Day? While I didn't get in to any shenanigans (for once, it seems), I was able to have a few pints with friends up in Anchorage. Though they weren't perfectly-poured Guinnesses, they were locally brewed and likely tasted as good as Guinness in Ireland tastes. But there's plenty of non-St. Paddy's Day news this week at Gadling:

• Iva uncovered the story of a Brazilian plastic surgeon who has been operating illegally on a massage table. My favorite part? The photo of the surgeon, which makes him look like he could use a touch of the knife himself.
• Aaron brought us a guide to the "new" Costa Rica -- Ecuador. If you have any interest in traveling there, check out his fun and informative post.
  
• Justin opines on Southwest's safety, boarding procedures, and lack of peanuts on his recent flight.
  
• Abha examines whether or not travelers are safe in India, following the death of a 15-year-old British tourist in Goa. Read the alarming facts of her murder and the lackadaisical response of the police here.
  
• Have you ever wondered how to rent a villa in Tuscany? Jamie attended the AAA travel show and brought back several tidbits--scoring that 18th century farmhouse in northern Italy is just one of them.
  

And here are some more fun posts to set your weekend off right: Aaron's post on headlines from North Korea still makes me laugh; I'm curiously following the fate of squat toilets in Beijing (because I love squat toilets and think everyone should try them -- I know, I'm a freak); and an Australian put his entire life on eBay.

The Irish have always been aware -- and proud -- of their history. That characteristic is coming in handy as the citizens of the Emerald Isle attempt to stop the construction of a major road slated to roar straight through one of Ireland's oldest monuments.

Tara, or the Hill of Tara, is an ancient (and still somewhat mysterious) earthworks consisting of spiraling mounds. Archaeologists speculate that from 4000 BCE to the invasion of Richard de Clare in 1169, Tara was the center of Ireland's political (and ceremonial) acitivies, and the name Tara derives from the Gaelic Teamhair na Rí, or "Hill of the King."

The motorway in question would plow directly through the Tara-Skyrne valley, and is being built to serve Dublin commuters. Because the highway would radically alter Tara's landscape, the site was picked up by the World Monument's Most Endangered list. Those opposed to the road argue that there are several alternatives that were never properly researched, and that would circumvent Tara.

Recently, protests have gotten dramatic (see photo).

Yesterday I wrote about the 5-minute process for pouring a perfect pint of Guinness. That fanaticism alone should be a clue to the quality of Guinness in Ireland -- any country willing to wait five minutes for its drink is a true aficionado. When I lived there, I found many Irish to be passionate and very specific about how Guinness should be drunk. Once a stranger stopped me in a pub because I was drinking a pint that hadn't fully settled -- he was that concerned about it.

I frequented a two-story pub in Galway, and another regular, an older Irish man with watery blue eyes and a red nose, would only get his pints from downstairs. "The Guinness has to travel too far up the pipes to get upstairs," he informed me. He believed that the Guinness was purest and freshest the less it has to travel.

That opinion holds true for geographical location as well -- it's a widely-held belief that Guinness tastes best in Ireland, and specifically Dublin, where the brewery is located. I have to agree -- the drink is just richer there. In the States my pints always taste flat and watery.

So why is that? I did a little research, and here's what I came up with:

Did you know that it takes 5 minutes to pour a pint of Guinness? That is, it does if you're pouring it correctly.

The first time I went to Ireland, I stepped up to the bar, ordered my Guinness, and when the bartender poured it and set it on the counter, I walked away with it. Back at my table, I noticed the glass was only three-quarters full (and no, that's not a metaphor for my overwhelming optimism). I took it back and asked her to top it off; she informed me that it has to settle for a few minutes before it gets topped off. Ashamed at my ignorance, I waited and my patience was rewarded with a thick, rich pint that had a perfect creamy head. A year and a half later I was back in the country on the other side of the bar, and I eventually learned the art of pouring a perfect pint. Here's how:

1. Start with a tulip-shaped pint glass that's clean and dry. Tilt the glass to a 45-degree angle under the tap and pour until the glass is three-quarters full.
   
2. Let sit for several minutes to let it settle. The beer should be black and flat.
   
3. After it's settled, fill the glass the rest of the way. No need to tilt the glass anymore; you want to create the signature foamy head on top. It's okay if some foam spills over the side -- that means you've got it full enough!
4. Enjoy.

In case you need to see it to believe it, check out this YouTube video on the next page: