A County called Fermanagh

I recommend being unemployed to all of you reading this. It feels like when I first arrived in Ireland (except with more debt).

Yesterday I got back from  a week in County Fermanagh out on the farm in a town I'm ashamed to say I still don't know how to spell but it's on Lough Erne Lake if that helps! Beautiful and peaceful besides a couple craic-filled nights. I ended up falling in love with this donkey out on the farm. I didn't know I even liked donkeys but this one is beautiful! I call it Donkey. Donkey's are surprisingly popular in Ireland. They even have donkey races in a small town down South in August. I'm not that obsessed.

During the weekend my cousin Sinead and I ventured down South to a town called Carrick-on Shannon. PS, also another popular Hen and stag party place! Crazy Irish. We visited this 300 year old Thatch pub just outside town that my moms brother ended up landing a job and room while cycling around Ireland a few years back. What a gem! It was amazing with all these antiques cluttered on any available surface not excluding the ceiling which held old farm equipment I've never seen and walls covered in character paintings and portraits of the thatch (one which has a corner missing because someone needed to roll a cigarette a few years back). Seriously! It was great. When we walked in at 8pm (when it opens) a 84 year old gentleman named pierce greeted us and was pulling pints for me in-between his football match. Nobody showed up really except Dublin Patty and his separated wife of twenty years and a trio from Notting Hill until the music started at 11pm. The band by the way was owner Gene who played the guitar, accordion, harmonica and sang. I could have stayed there all night but we had to hit the twisty rural road back home in the rain. I'll go back. You should too!

And drum roll please! To commemorate the Queen's visit to Enniskillen I got a tattoo! Just kidding. But I really did get the tattoo. I just never went to see the Queen while she was in town. After two failed attempts at getting a tattoo at this mysterious drop in only guy's house out in the country I went to a well known parlour. It was pretty rad because right when he started my tattoo Nirvana's Teen Spirit was playing... perfect. Sadly it was only to be followed by Arosmith's armageddon song. I hate that song. Anyways, the tattoo I love and I'm pretty proud of myself for making the biggest commitment of my life, thus far. It's only permanent.

Anywho! Off to Paris in three days and hopefully there's some good craic about town with the Irish Golf open going on just down the road... I swear I saw that Rory golfer character across the street when I was heading home but I could have been mistaken. I'm awful at spotting my friends never mind famous people!