I did it, people! After almost a decade of travelling via Amtrak, I finally got on a plane ... not once, but twice (had to come back home, of course)!
I went to Europe, y'all. Where did I go, you ask? Ireland. I spent a marvelous week with my father and my Aunt Emily on the Emerald Isle.
Words cannot express how beautiful and magical Ireland is; and a week is just not enough time to dwell there. I've been home for almost a week and I still can't believe I went there! But, I have the pictures to prove it.
My dad and I were unsuccessful in our search for the "wee" people. In fact, most of the Irish people we encountered were taller than us. However, I do believe that "wee" people exist, and some probably live in the nose-hair of our tour guide. Seriously, his nose-hair was out there.
Not only were the people tall, but I didn't see one unattractive Irish man. They are gorgeous. Of course, that could be all the Guinness talking, but who the hell cares! After a pint we're all hot, no?
Bottom Line: Ireland is amazing, and I can't wait to visit again!
PS: I'd like to give a shout-out to the makers of Ativan and Xanax; thanks to you I didn't go "Twilight Zone Shatner Crazy" on either flight.
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