Just when you think
Ireland looks a lot like Pennsylvania, it doesn’t. There are all
new land formations, rocky ridges that rise out of no where. The are
cows and sheep, but all sorts of birds familiar, but tinged with
different. All of this through eyes that haven’t slept in I don’t
know how long because my brain won’t do the math. But I am here,
unpacked, sorted out, and too tired to eat or sleep. But I did get my
Irish wool and Irish whiskey, so let the adventure begin.
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