3.27.2005

 

vacation

we're back in north america.

our whistle-stop tour of ireland (as my cousin called it) was grand. love-ly.

full of: hedges, sheep, old men, old sheep, drunk old men, lambs, old men on bikes, black-faced sheep, old men weaving, cows, gorse, rocks, hysterical laughing while trying not to crash the car by running into any of the above, gale force wind, pelting rain, wee mountains, sheer drop-offs, fish, geese, lots of really common birds that still necessitated looking them up in a guide book, boiled potatoes, fried potatoes, mashed potatoes, hash browned potatoes, wet feet, wet socks, wet jackets, lumpy beds, heart attack on a plate every morning, et cetera.

also some beer and lots of really old buildings, the descriptions of which most frequently included the phrase "...and stood until cromwell came and smashed all the windows / burned the roof."

no whiskey, though, although we came home with 2 whiskey glasses and 2 bottles of scotch from the duty free.

more later; for now, my own bed!

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