On Easter Sunday, I visited not just 1 church, but 3 of them! She doesn’t need to know about the pub afterwards, but I think she’d be more at ease with me participating in that part of the Sunday Catcholic tradition.
After a great trip around Dublin and then seeing the Cliffs of Mohr, I’m resting my weary feet in Killarney. A small town with some great pubs and traditional music.
On my way here, I made friends with some more Americans (one from Tulsa, even) and yet another German. Funny enough, the german guy was the closest I’ve seen to a leprechaun here yet. Maybe I need to go in search of more rainbows.
–Snoopykiss wants to go to Candy Mountain. And to bed.