Old country part 3: Edinburgh

- big, beautiful potential universities 

- I'm more scottish than anything.. why do I feel more at home in Ireland?

- green green hills and valleys 

- ghost tours galore

- robbiebobbie burns and brig a doon

- world cups and spanish crazies

Old country part 2: Tralee and Dingle (yes, seriously)

- meeting 5th cousins in a random fashion

- where the Dowd's originated and family business

- our castle for the eve along with plays, pups and donkeys

- dowds upon dowds upon dowds

- up in them there hills

Old country part 1: Dublin

- the friendliest/most intoxicated people I have ever encountered

- blood pudding, real blood

- salad = greasy veggies and a huge pint of cider yumbleh

- cobblestone streets and those who strum upon them

- flowers flowers everywhere

nice est nice

- sooo beautiful, warm and balmy 

- rocky pricey beaches but pools on topless roofs

- sunkissed shoulders bumped along the british boardwalks

- see food, sea food but lots of walnutty goodness for me

- unexpected monetary gains through illicit means

- tie dye skies and boat cruises

lyon (tres mal/tres chaud)

- missed hotels and no way to get in

- 30 degree weather with no air conditioning

- slumdog lyon

- roman ruins and sticky dates

- climbing mountains and scaling down them

caen (not cannes)

- juno beach (thnx socials 1-12)

- those fields where poppies grow

- conquerers and first tastes of castles

- appreciation that I didn't live 1914-1944

- handfuls of vagrants with grungy, teeth baring dogs

- hotels where I am the only human being without grey hair

- waiters trying to tell me bacon = walnuts.. nono monsoir you take your meatymeat back

- lovely little town, with too many kids and no where to go