Tuesday, June 29, 2010

Dear Ireland.

Dear Ireland,

What's with you being so gorgeous, with your rolling hills of patchwork-quilt countryside and your rocky shores and your beautiful and historic castles, churches and forts?

Also, what's with all your friendly people with their charming and melodic accents? What's that all about?

And another thing, what's the story with all the sheep that I took all those pictures of, especially the ones that were in the middle of the road and wouldn't let the car go by, giving me the satisfaction of an authentically Irish experience. What is the deal?

But most of all, Ireland:


I packed my sexy new rainboots and only wore them that one day in Howth because it was sunny and warm the rest of the time. What is with that? When did you suddenly get better weather than Cuba? It might have been nice if you'd warned me so I could've packed more bikinis and fewer wool socks.

But I will forgive you, because you showed me a really good time.



PS said...

*le sigh*

I miss it already.

Maybe we should honeymoon there? :)

Alison Jutzi said...

I think we used up all our good weather karma for Ireland...