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Dublin to Rock of Cashel
... perhaps there is such a thing as too much preparation :) I bought a rather pricey sweater but I suspect (hope) that it will be one of those pieces of clothing that lasts forever and is timeless enough that I can wear it well into the future. Ann Marie (helping me to rationalize it) said that it would be like paying a dollar a year for the sweater. I won't say how much I paid, I'll just say that I'm really glad that she is so certain I will live that far past ...
Adare and Limerick
... much like fruit cake.
Our hosts live in a quaint comfortable farm house built in front of Paddy's original home. The older house was built in the 1600s. It has been in Paddy's family for generations. He, his father and grandfather were all born there. He took us into the living room of the old house (where his son, daughter-in-law and two young sons live) and gave us an extremely interesting history of the ...
Rag Week and Convention Madness
... elitist from Pennsylvania, in front of the entire group, all because someone nice wanted me to experience standing in the center of the square and hearing the sheer volume of the magnificent sound. It was awkward, embarrassing, even, as my name was called up with this elitist. I didn’t really want to go up, but I did, but she had no idea that my name was put with hers (thanks, guys, for the swell communication). Instead of being good humored ...
Stats You Could Never Live Without
... but they have a lot of it. One list I found that seemed good for sharing puts Ireland as the number one beer drinking country in the world at 155 liters per person per year. And that’s an average, folks. You have non drinkers or those who don’t really drink much, which means others are well above that average. 155 liters is 41 gallons, 460 pounds of liquid, fits in a tank 36”x18”x16” (found this info on ...
A Scattering of Random Adventures
... and I needed to go pick up my flowers! I threw on a coat and took the most miserable lift (elevator) ride down in my life, walked gingerly to reception, tried to appear chipper, and walked gingerly back, trying not to faint. I stumbled back into my room and slept until 5pm. I felt like death. The next morning I felt loads better, just a little weak, which means it was either a 24-hour flu or food poisoning. If it was the latter, I am still trying to figure ...


