Every once in a while, Ireland has a summer. You’d think it would be a rather regular occurrence, but I assure you it is not.
Summer has finally arrived! I should probably *knock wood* when I say that, but I’m still basking in the glow of a glorious, sunny Ireland.
“What happens in Ireworld on St Paddy’s day, sis?” my brother asked innocently.
When what to my wondering eyes did appear, but an An Post carrier in sprightly green gear!
Iceland is a country of glorious scenery – and it just got more accessible.
I made a comment on Facebook. People replied, suggesting I know nothing about Ireland.
When you travel, finding the right words to communicate can be a struggle. It may be a matter of simple politeness, ordering the right ingredients for your pizza, knowing the difference between trousers and pants, or even how to find emergency services.
People can turn a travel nightmare into a hilarious adventure, and a quiet cup of tea into a golden memory you cherish for the rest of your days.
Perhaps you’ve noticed the sound of crickets around the blog. Here’s why.