>We had so much travel luck that even a record breaking blizzard couldn’t dampen our spirits or stop of us from getting back to home sweet home.
We’re back from Dublin for less than two hours and I miss it already. I can’t wipe the sh*t eating grin off my face plastered there since learning to stomp my boot properly to a traditional Irish jig, hootin’ & hollerin’ for the Irish to defeat the French in a brutal rugby match, trekking through the tranquil monastic ruins of Glendalough and the Wicklow Mountains and countless other adventures I hope to get around to documenting.
Much of the dancing, boozing and singing shenanigans is identitical to a Texas hoedown, the latter no doubt started by a bunch of Scotch – Irish immigrants. I was taken back to the days when I square- and round-danced and rode my horse in trail rides and sang out loud without a care of whether I was in tune or not. It took all of five minutes for me to bang my boot the hardest, sing the loudest and drink the most.
Okay, not more than the person who hurled stinky vomit but I had to get up early today to do scholarly learnin’ at Trinity College before our driver came to fetch us.