Summer in Dublin.

County Carlow from Claire and Jason's hilltop home.
County Carlow from Claire and Jason’s hilltop home.
Walking alone in Laois (said 'Leash') near County Carlow, Ireland. I had to take a half kilometre detour around this flock's property. As threatening as sheep can be, they shadowed me the entire time, 'baa'ing their displeasure.
Walking alone in Laois (said ‘Leash’) near County Carlow, Ireland. I had to take a half kilometre detour around this flock’s property. As threatening as sheep can be, they shadowed me the entire time, ‘baa’ing their displeasure.

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Ha'penny Bridge.
Ha’penny Bridge.

Dublin.

Dublin was my first stop, alone in Europe. I spent 10 days wandering alone around Ireland. For a naive 19 year old, giddy on new found freedom, friendly Dubliners were all I could’ve hoped for. In the first 2 days alone, I didn’t buy a single meal for myself. Kind tourists and Dubliners alike would chat to me, see that I was young and alone in the big, new world and offer to show me a new part of Dublin, pay for my meal, or ask me to join their group.

I remember dining with a middle aged German couple and two girls from Belfast who spoke Polish, wondering how I’d gotten into such a bizarre situation. My favourite memory is of staying with a friend’s distant cousin, Claire, and her fiance Jason, in their home in Laois (pronounced Leash). I’d never seen so much space and so much green. Nor met such warm and hospitable people.

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