Irish Eyes...

I’s...... be done with Ireland. The memories are all locked away in the memory bank, they won’t change now, maybe fade some, but always available. As usual, the pleasant ones remain, and the not-so (how far is that toilet stop?) will eventually turn into stories.

We saw so many wonderful things and learned more of history than I thought imaginable. There were insights into life long ago, not knowing when you woke up in the morning if you’d die before sleep that night.

Just a random selection of memories:















The Irish are a wonderful bunch as typlified by a castle owner who showed us around his "home:



and a group in a pub -- C'mon In!!




And, as long time followers will remember, I always add that all the food, drink, sights, experiences are great, but when you enjoy them with people you like, it’s what it’s all about: people, people, people. Know them, understand them, love them. A wonderful trip, thanks to Cole Travel and Henry Miller

And somehow what kind of captures it all:

many centuries:



hundreds of centuries




click

That was the turning of the key for a while on the Irish memory locker and tomorrow the Bottom Feeder will return to food, traffic, restaurants, and rants. And the continuing battle for everybody to

DFD