Ye travels

Back home safe and sound.

Dreaming of magnificent green pastures from days past, beaming to be reunited with my son, and scheming of future travel already.

The Emerald Isle is a beautiful, magical, ancient place aye.

It boasts of grassy-green, rolling meadows, exquisite literature, majestic castles, journeying wonders, and picture-perfect postcard views as far as the eyes can see.

It's a country peppered with charming villages, picturesque fishing towns, and spectacular views of jaw dropping scenery from coast to coast. 

Until now, I honestly believed that much of the colors of Ireland's vibrant countryside were photoshopped.

but they're not.

How I love the Irish culture, so rich and varied.

Its people, kind with smiling eyes.

Its history of weak political leadership, colonialism, absentee landlordism, and the pain and suffering of religious wars brings weepy tears to my eyes and breaks my very heart.

Then there's the Irish food *bites palm*

slow cooked Guinness beef stew

shepards pie

Boxty potato pancakes

Bailey's cheesecake

And the Irish certainly love their drink.

The ubiquitous, deep roasted Guinness, the single malt whiskeys, the reds, the ales, the Irish coffees, the cider, the meads and the poitin, oh my.

What a gift it has been to witness and experience three weeks of the Irish culture, its charming people, its traditional foods, the fierce, deadly Irish slang, the singing, and the happyfooted dancing on cobblestone streets that pave the way to warm inviting pubs.

The lush green land smells of freedom indeed.

Fun Fact:
Did you know that St. Patrick was not Irish?

He was actually Welsh.
I dare say you Google it, if you don't believe me.

With a deep sigh and a heavy heart, I now am done with doing the Dub, fully rejuvenated and ready to begin the next chapter of this wondrous life.

Looking forward to resting on my very own lilypad.

Éirinn go Brách

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