Glad to be Home.

Ireland was fabulous. Just the break I needed from the hustle and bustle of Paris. No pollution. No language barrier. No merde. I learned how to drive a manual car. I spent the week waking up to the sound of waves. Spent my nights eating and drinking and watching the lights scream over the ocean. Even built a fire. Ate Burger King (so awesome!). Saw Dublin. The Cliffs of Moher. New Grange. The Blarney Stone. Found tasty cupcakes. It was perfect, but I'm glad to be home.