Touristers

I'm back from Ireland. Got back into town yesterday. I had a completely amazing (That's right, not just amazing. Completely amazing.) trip. With completely amazing people. I've got a lot that I want to talk about, but it just doesn't work to talk about it. People inevitably get bored with talk of something they have never experienced. And words just don't work. Words can't convey the smell of the wind, the panoramic views that reach as far as you can see. And neither do photos.

But I'm gonna post them anyway.

I'd like to dedicate this post to my favorite touristers*: Kasey and Stephanie. It wouldn't have been even half as fun without you two.

(Note that, yes, it is 7 AM on Saturday morning. Still on Ireland time.)

So here are those pictures.

The Cliffs of Moher

An Ancient Viking Burial

Limestone Fences

I thought the kid was going to get his hand bitten.

Galway

Crazy Irish Friends (from Kasey's myspace page.)

On the edge at Dun Aengus (Inishmor, Aran Islands)

Me and the Girls (l to r: Karen, me, Angela, Shelley, Kasey; front: Stephanie)

* "Touristers" is a term that Stephanie came up with to describe us. Not to be confused with the tourist who wears a fanny pack and white tennis shoes. Also not to be confused with the hipster who would have been completely at home in the hostels we stayed in along the way. We decided we would much prefer the Westin in Dublin. (There was something funky in the sink drain.)

On the plate today? Apartment hunting with Sara in Atlanta.