Thinking about the Cliffs of Moher in Ireland.

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Yes, I’m late. St. Patrick’s day was two days ago. I’ll post something about Ireland anyway. My first real little trip away from home – not organized by parents nor school – was a six day camping trip to the Emerald isle, the green pearl which is home to the legends and fairytales I used to devour. Not alone, but with the boyfriend at that time. Which was good, since I didn’t had a driver’s license yet and I wouldn’t be sure about driving on the wrong side of the road – when the majority of the world population drives right, left is definitely the wrong side – or grazing on small cobblestone roads in the middle of nowhere. He was, so he drove. Continue reading