Thinking about the Cliffs of Moher in Ireland.


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