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Day-aye-aye-aye-ays in Ireland!
... soon. Oh, and of course I was listening intently... I tried anyway!
After the tour we did something that I feel like everyone who goes to Dublin (tourists anyway) feels obligated to do: visit the Guinness Factory. Don't tell anyone, but I could really care less. However, it seemed like a shame to be so close and not do it. I attended the Guinness Academy and earned a certificate deeming that I poured a perfect pint of Guinness. ...
Our adventure begins
... bag with the essentials: diapers, wipes, infant Tylenol, blankets, and of course, Sophie the Giraffe.
I don't know why, but I always get a bit nervous going through airport security. It's probably my bizarre need to follow rules and not hold other people up, or my propensity to feel guilt when none is warranted, but I'm always so relieved to make it on the other side. I've gotta be one of the only people who is relieved to get on the plane.
For some reason this time, ...
Monique's Guest Entry
... Guess it's a good thing I keep my sour-cream legs covered up with pants since it's so chilly at night! Britt blends in better look-wise, though someone asked if she was part Chinese. But I'm told people can tell I'm a foreigner right away. Little do they know I'm more Irish than Britt!
Final thoughts from Europe / Pensamientos finales
... una vez más lo poco que yo sé, y me dio más motivación para seguir aprendiendo más de la historia. Seguir la historia de la Segunda Guerra Mundial aumentó mi conocimiento de cómo los seres humanos puede ser tan atroces si ignoramos la verdad de que Dios Todopoderoso hizo a cada persona igual, que El los ama, y que nadie es más importante que otro. Sólo hay Dios, el Creador, y el hombre, el creado.
Seeing the sea in Nice, the fjords in Norway, ...
Walkin' the Streets of Dublin/Stupid Dubstep
... 6 AM. Someone asked the guy at the front desk if anything could be done, but he said that he couldn't do anything about it. He was young and by himself, so was probably just afraid. I don't blame him. It was lawlessness run rampant. I wasn't going to "complain" or try to find the source of it (it was below me, but that place was a veritable labyrinth, I tried at first to find it, but failed) for a couple of reasons: one was a homage to my days in the fraternity as the ...