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Ticket--BOOKED. And if you listen reeeeallly closely you can hear Dublin whispering Céad Míle Fáilte...
I was talking to my mother and she asked if I was going outside the city at all. It hadn't occurred to me, but heck, I'll be there for four days, on my own (and therefore moving quickly) and I probably could make time for a day trip somewhere. I checked out the ferry routes and they have boats going to the Isle of Man and even Wales. They're not terribly expensive either--it is definitely a possibility. Wales! Wales! And how romantic would it be, crossing the wild Irish Sea, my hair blowing in the wind (and bundled up within an inch of my life), sailing toward yet another Celtic nation...
My mother was so funny--she said to "watch out for the Irish wolves." I said "What wolves? Irish men aren't exactly known for their mad lady-killer skillz. I've read A Tree Grows in Brooklyn."
I was talking to my mother and she asked if I was going outside the city at all. It hadn't occurred to me, but heck, I'll be there for four days, on my own (and therefore moving quickly) and I probably could make time for a day trip somewhere. I checked out the ferry routes and they have boats going to the Isle of Man and even Wales. They're not terribly expensive either--it is definitely a possibility. Wales! Wales! And how romantic would it be, crossing the wild Irish Sea, my hair blowing in the wind (and bundled up within an inch of my life), sailing toward yet another Celtic nation...
My mother was so funny--she said to "watch out for the Irish wolves." I said "What wolves? Irish men aren't exactly known for their mad lady-killer skillz. I've read A Tree Grows in Brooklyn."
