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I experienced something crucial about Irish life while on the Hill of Tara. It is wet in Ireland. Everywhere. I waterproofed my tennis shoes before I left California, but that was a joke. I needed a serious upgrade or I was destined to have soggy feet the whole trip. Neither my feet nor I were…
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This was the day we were going to begin our road trip. Two nights in Dublin had served to make me more tired than I had been in a long time, so I knew this was the perfect time to start driving. With relatively little drama we had breakfast, packed up our bags and hit…
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So, what would entice two relatively sane(ish) women who had never met before to fly halfway around the world and spend eight days trapped in a car that was smaller than my trunk? By this time in our lives we should be more settled and sensible, right? Well, there is mature and there is moribund. …
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Our hostess welcomed us with a lovely Irish greeting, a loaf of Irish soda bread, and some butter that actually looked like butter and only had one ingredient: butter. My body had no earthly idea whether it was the right time to eat or not, but neither I nor my taste buds cared in the…
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I have heard it said that going on an eight-day road trip with someone you met for the first time upon arrival could be classified as nutty. But it’s not really as bad as you think. You immediately have something in common with your new traveling companion, hopefully soon-to-become friend. You are both nuts. So…
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