Okay, I totally stole that from the latest Cecilia Ahern book
I'm reading. I just always seem to read her books at the right times.
Last night was my last shift at work. As my mom’s cousin Myra would say, "Yee - hoo!" I am now un-employed until my departure on July 9th. That's right, I'm coming home but not before one final Euro-trip to Paris on Canada Day, no-less.
I've seen a lot on my travels. But you can never really see enough, can you? I've been very lucky and very unlucky, it can't all be rainbows!
Last week my friend Andrew took me out on his job sites as he's a town planner and we took the coastal route to towns I've never been too. The roads were proper rural Irish roads along steep cliffs which on-coming traffic tended to drive outside the lines. It was only slightly terrifying. I met Randall's goat, hiked through mud to see really old farm houses, forest and hilltops with rocks that called castles (kidding) I conquered my fear and curiosity by crossing Carrick-a-Reede Rope Bridge. There has to be some deep seeded metaphor here as the bridge means, "a rock in the road". Ya, got it.
This past weekend I went 'camping' with my often-talked about friends Meabh and Andrew to Westport in the south in a County called Mayo, if you've ever heard of such a ridiculous name for a County. The landscape I saw through the fog on the way down and my reclined hung-over position on the way back was beautiful. If you ever plan on having a stag or hen party I suggest Westport as that seems to be where everyone in Ireland goes. While there, we visited Matt Malone's Pub and on the way up sipped delicious French wine in a castle and had a pic-nic at Yates's grave. The Irish love their graveyards!
I'm off to Co. Fermanagh for a long weekend and hoping to visit the Thatch pub my uncle worked/lived in while touring Ireland a couple years back. I'll be staying at my family’s remote, peaceful homestead on a lake and maybe I'll catch a fish! Weather allowing. It is June, right?
Last night was my last shift at work. As my mom’s cousin Myra would say, "Yee - hoo!" I am now un-employed until my departure on July 9th. That's right, I'm coming home but not before one final Euro-trip to Paris on Canada Day, no-less.
I've seen a lot on my travels. But you can never really see enough, can you? I've been very lucky and very unlucky, it can't all be rainbows!
Last week my friend Andrew took me out on his job sites as he's a town planner and we took the coastal route to towns I've never been too. The roads were proper rural Irish roads along steep cliffs which on-coming traffic tended to drive outside the lines. It was only slightly terrifying. I met Randall's goat, hiked through mud to see really old farm houses, forest and hilltops with rocks that called castles (kidding) I conquered my fear and curiosity by crossing Carrick-a-Reede Rope Bridge. There has to be some deep seeded metaphor here as the bridge means, "a rock in the road". Ya, got it.
This past weekend I went 'camping' with my often-talked about friends Meabh and Andrew to Westport in the south in a County called Mayo, if you've ever heard of such a ridiculous name for a County. The landscape I saw through the fog on the way down and my reclined hung-over position on the way back was beautiful. If you ever plan on having a stag or hen party I suggest Westport as that seems to be where everyone in Ireland goes. While there, we visited Matt Malone's Pub and on the way up sipped delicious French wine in a castle and had a pic-nic at Yates's grave. The Irish love their graveyards!
I'm off to Co. Fermanagh for a long weekend and hoping to visit the Thatch pub my uncle worked/lived in while touring Ireland a couple years back. I'll be staying at my family’s remote, peaceful homestead on a lake and maybe I'll catch a fish! Weather allowing. It is June, right?
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