I am so full, but I’m hiking so I allow myself eggs and black pudding and muesli before heading out into the rainy wilderness of Wicklow Co. Ireland. My mother would love this hotel. For breakfast, there a thousands of tea, coffee, and fruit options. Even grapefruit.
Most importantly, they bring you a table side coffee pot & they have nuts as well as hard boiled eggs. Mum wouldn’t even have to get the hot breakfast. Saving money. Just like her.
You have to get into the EU line only to get out as quick as you can.
This man’s remark sums up the Irish politics quite well for a foreigner. With the austerity signs, radio ads, and the vote no/vote yes posters, I’m seeing more politics than America already. Or maybe I’m just desensitized.
Regardless, Ireland has been one of the most wonderful places to explore. I’ve climbed mountains in flats, trekked the hills of Tara in sandals, and skipped Giant’s Causeway in boots. I’ve made fast friends. My new travel blog TumbleweedWords has already been given to strangers across the pond. My article has been edited for Niche. This blog is getting revitalized as more an update ground and musings on my life as it should be.
And all my photos from San Francisco have been uploaded. Yes. I think this 3-day interim had been good to me. Now to start writing. And studying. All over again. . .
too much life 