"Give me a field where the unmowed grass grows"
- Walt Whitman
There's something about the beauty of wild places that helps you see through a different lens.
It really is this green.
Seeing the one you love through the eyes of fun and adventure instead of "who needs to pick up which kid from the ball field"
I think we'll be taking goofy pictures when we're eighty.
Still totally smitten with sheep. Watched this lamb bleat persistently until mama and sibling came back for it. Baaaaaaa! Maaaaaa! Baaaaaa! Maaaaaaa!
Crazy about these street signs, which probably don't seem funny if you actually live in Ireland.
No horses, buggies, or cows allowed on the motorway
What does this even mean? Don't set the forest on fire, or no loafing about by yourself?
An early start to begin the travels back around the world.
Our flight attendant told us that we would be having "flapjacks" presently on the return flight home. We envisioned Paul Bunyan lumberjack pancakes from the griddle, but apparently, in Ireland, flapjacks are granola bars.
So, in conclusion, we highly recommend a visit to the lovely Emerald Isle.
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