Happy St. Patrick's Day Part 1
In the summer of 1980, I traveled to Ireland for a 33-day excursion as credit-earning class, which helped earn my bachelor's degree. If everyone is Irish on St. Patrick's Day...or St. Gertrude's Day, who is the Patron Saint of Cats...then anyone who has traveled to Ireland is an honorary Irishman or woman forever. Having breathed the Irish air, put my toes into dark Irish rivers, eaten Irish-caught wild salmon and butter fresh from Irish cows, and tasted a few *wink* pints of cellar-temperature
Guinness Stout while chatting with the locals at a pub...I figure I'm as Irish as anyone else!
Looking through crummy photos taken on that trip, I cannot remember a great chunk of what we did, other than: traveled for seven days by bus, sight-seeing monuments, natural and historic sites; spent two weeks at Trinity College, Dublin, attending classes on Irish history, arts, archaeology, literature, and current events; ten days of bike-riding and bed-and-breakfasts around The Dingle Peninsula (where they still spoke Gaelic); and learning to enjoy 'soft' days (misty rain), roads covered in cow pies, astronomical gasoline/petrol prices, and visiting abandoned monasteries, church yards, cemeteries, ancient Irish mounds, and 'leapin'-the-bogs' and sheep trails.
 |
Poulnabrone Portal Tomb, County Clare and nearby rock formations |
 |
The Cliffs of Moher, in County Clare and ancient fort |
 |
| Castle and monastery ruins |
And did I mention, that drinking Guinness was a fairly LARGE part of my travels in Ireland? When it comes 'straight from the cow', Guinness is smooth, delicious, and quietly inebriating. Best enjoyed when in the company of acquaintances, while you converse, tell jokes, and pass the time.
So, I know of what I speak when I say that Patrick O'Malley's fur is the color of Guinness, and his eyes are Irish green!
Slainte'!
(Traditional Irish drinking toast, for 'health')