I'm baaack. Back from the Emerald Isle. God I want to go back. There was so much we did I don't know if I can remember it all. Since I'm at work and didn't think to grab my travel journal, here are a few disjointed high lites from the trip. Hopefully I'll be able to give more detail later...Shannon Airport...Limerick...Adare, what church? Oh, the big one in front of me...Killarney Plaza Hotel...Lots of pubs (The Speakeasy, O'Connor's, The 98 Bar, McSorley's)...I have to lean where to kiss the Blarney Stone?!...I'm going to my safe place...I guess you could say I left a little part of myself in Sneem. That and much, much more to come as soon as I get my travel journal and a half decent computer in the same place.

I will say this, it is kind of sad I had to travel a couple of thousand miles away just to get a sel-esteem boost. Don't get me wrong, I enjoyed every flattering moment I was hit on, it just sucked when I realized that American men just are not like that. I have never been told I was pretty, beautiful or got stared at so much in my life. And it felt good, really good. Sigh. I forgot how nice it was to hear those things. The three guys I met our first night (Tim, Shannon & Mike) were so nice to me. They let me hang out and watch them play cards. They didn't mind when I asked questions or asked for an explanation. Who knows what would have happened had I not wussed out and gone to bed early.

On that note I'm out of here. I need to do some real work. Not that there is much to do right now. I hate slow nights, things go so slowly. Worse part is I'm still not fully back on our time. My body is insisting it is around 2 a.m. not 9 p.m. Blah.