I want to start by thanking everyone that has followed this blog, this trip, and my life that I have chronicled so far. I am always amazed when I get a notification that more people want to receive updates when I publish a post. Please leave a comment with your website so I can check them all out.
Day 8 took us to a place where I could live. Oughterard. The Owenriff River flows through the village. Oughterard is close enough to a big city, Galway, but far away enough to still feel small.
We loved driving around Ireland because we could quickly pull over if we saw something cool. Here, we saw a farmer’s market with live music. We picked up quite a few goodies and continued on our way.
The amount of driving did not feel very long. The scenery is beautiful and there is always somewhere fun to stop. When we made it back to Dublin, we had one more nice dinner with my grandmother before packing for our flight the next day.
We hung out with the family and got to celebrate my birthday. We had a late one the night before at the Bloody Stream (which has an interesting history). This was probably our most relaxed day on our trip. Here I am looking thrilled about having family sing to my for my birthday.
My original climbing/snowboarding/adventure friend. If one of us had an idea to do something dumb/fun/crazy/scary/fast we knew that the other one would be fully supportive and encouraging. We spent a lot of time rock climbing together and the bonds that form during those scary moments last forever.
Leo in Quintay where he opened his house to me for as long as I wanted.
Who else will pull into closeout shorebreak with you and think it is fun?!Thanks for being you, Leo.
I could never give up sugar or dairy. They both go in my tea. Maybe it is the Irish roots. Maybe it is the family tradition of putting on the kettle. Maybe I am OCD. When I walk through my front door, my first instinct is to put the kettle on. Even if I end up not making a cup of tea.
Yes, my fellow Americans, there is a difference between a kettle and a teapot.
This is a continuation of things that I am thankful for. This month, I will be adding one thing every day that I am thankful for, happy about, or lucky to have experienced. I hope that it helps me realize how happy I am.
My aunt Linda and uncle John. These two have done so much for our family. Without them, my father most likely would not be alive.
Here we are at a USC football game. To say that they are fans is a bit of an understatement.
My Dad had cancer. He has annual check ups every year. Linda and John made sure that we had the best treatment.
At least until I got a hold of him!I cannot thank these two enough.
Having spent a few years in Ireland, I experienced some things that changed me forever. My family there is fantastic. Although, any family is great in small doses. The number of cousins making more cousins is astounding. Every time I am on Facebook, there is a new addition to the family.
The west coast of Ireland is one of the most beautiful places in the world.
My grandmother and I in Dalkey. I believe she told me to erase this picture immediately and never show it to anyone. She is a stylish, warm, loving woman that I cannot thank enough for everything that she does for me everyt time I see her. This is a typical scene when I was in Ireland. My grandparents kitchen full of family and a table full of food and drinks. You always had to be eating or drinking at their house. The first time I visited the cliffs of Moher was with Sutton Park School. I try to return to the cliffs as often as possible.The way of life that my family instilled in me is full of love and compassion for others. My grandfather had a love for hunting, fishing, and sports and he encouraged me in every step of my life. Thank you to all of my family across the pond. I am excited to see everyone’s lives on Facebook and feel like I am still a part of it.
Amanda’s parents came to visit us for a week. We took them crabbing. Don’t mind the blood. We attended various markets. They made dinner for us. We They ate crab by candle light. Which is much more fun and romantic in theory than in practice.