Doctor-Friend: Wanna go to Ireland?
Me: Aren't they having some kind of plague or Black Death going on there right now?
Doctor-Friend: EXACTLY. Airfare is super cheap and I have a great bus tour we can do.
Me (hesitantly): Bus tour?
Doctor-Friend: It'll be greeeeeeat!
Me: Ok, Tony the Tiger. I'm in.
Everywhere we went, there were signs posted to not veer off the path or step onto the lush green Irish landscape. Naturally, we faltered.
There's no real point here except to say how much I love Ireland, its people, and my Doctor Friend who made me go. I'll save the story about the hostel experience for another day.
You owe me, Doc. BIG.
Happy St. Paddy's Day everyone!
|We traveled with a heavily tattooed and pierced British man, a handful of Australians, and several other individuals whom I can only assume were on the lam.|
|Marianne: "I think I have strep." Doctor-Friend: "Have some Sudafed and we'll get you a Guinness later." She was practically Doctor Kildare.|
|I think my life of not following directions started at this exact moment.|