Of Ireland and Things Wonderful

So. I lied.

I said that if people did not laugh at the funny clips I posted last week, I would leave the country and go to Ireland. And that is not true. Because I already left,

Whether you laughed or not. I've been in Ireland for the past week. Sorry. It's just that I figured I'd be so focused on being here that I'd do a terrible job posting if I tried to do it as I went. Also, the little netbook I borrowed, while wonderful to have, was made during the Cretacious Period and has an analog hard drive that is run by two squirrels on little treadmills named Fergus and Phil. The squirrels, not the treadmills.

Anyway, I'm still here, actually. Listening to crazy-birds in the trees next door to our B&B in Kilkenny, chirping with little Irish accents. And it is all mixing with the tiny piping voice belonging to the son of our proprietress as he runs around saying goodbye to the guests. Do you KNOW how cute it is to hear a four year-old talking like a leprechaun? Ooh, me heart. I want to move here.

Ireland is gorgeous, and green, and the people are wonderful and funny and helpful, and the food is going to kill me. I've taken 9 million gig of digital movies and photos. And they'll ALL be posted here when I get back. I expect you to watch all of them. There will be a test afterward.

Okay, okay. I'll try to keep it short and palatable. But don't you want to gaze over the edge of the Cliffs of Moher at the ridiculously blue and white breakers slamming the rocks below–where Dumbledore and Harry stood in front of the cave in "Order of the Phoenix"? And don't you want to hear pub musicians, and street harpists, and watch little girls doing Irish Dance on a Dublin sidewalk? And drive down the unbelieveably skinny roads with us while gazing up at potato famine-abandoned fields leftover from 1845? And walk through a cliffside fort, ducking through the doorways because the people in 700 A.D. were shorter than my 13 year-old? Don't you?

I knew you did. Well stay put. Becuase after I recover from jetlag this week, and start thinking like a person, and manage to get things put together, I'll take you on a little tour of the Emerald Isle. And to my favorite places of all – anything on the West Coast.

Until then, Erin go Bragh, my people.