(This sentence is difficult to understand.) Failte to Donegal, folks! I don't have much time today, so I'll make this quick, especially since I'll be able to tell any of this to you in person in a few days. But basically... I left Tubbercurry for West Donegal, the Northwesternmost county of the Republic of Ireland. The village of Glencolumcille, a three pub/one shop/one restaurant coastal village, is home to a premiere Irish language college called Oideas Gael, which attempts to resurrect the dying language of Irish Gaelic. Glencolumcille is located in a sort of isolated gaelthact region [View Full Entry]

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I left because I was meeting Win (my brother, for those who don't know) in Cork on June 28th. My stay at the farm was unbelievable, and it deserved a number of blog posts, but in the interest of not writing another horrifically long post nobody will read (with good reason), I'll simply say that I had a great time getting to try all kinds of new things, and spending a lot of time alone and on a farm. Stories will trickle out almost certainly over time anyway. I had a great time fishing, farming, exploring the castle 100 meters from [View Full Entry]

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Welcome to the Mizen Peninsula. If you look at a map of Ireland and find the southwest coast, you'll see several peninsulas down there with several smaller little ones coming of them fractal-style called "heads." I'm on Three Castle Head, named for the three-towered 13th century castle located a stone's throw from my house, on the Mizen Peninsula. The Mizen Peninsula features Skibbereen, which at 2 main streets is the largest town on the peninsula, and really the largest one before you reach Bantry, northwest by about an hour. It's really not that far from one town to the next here, [View Full Entry]

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This is the first time I've had more than 5 minutes at a time sitting down with an internet connection in about a week and a half. Spent the week in Dublin, and let me just say, that is more than enough time to do everything worth doing in Dublin, and then some. It's excellent as cities go, but it's just that - a city. New York, London, Atlanta, Dublin, they've all got their own tics and fingerprints, but at the end of the day, the atmosphere is the same. Many people in Dublin said it's like its own country, separate [View Full Entry]

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Left Raleigh at 3:45 yesterday afternoon, and now, 17 hours later, I am sitting in the lounge of the Astor Victoria Hostel in London where I'll be spending my next 4 nights as I tour London, before heading on to Dublin. Based on my walking around in the area surrounding the hostel, Victoria seems to be just about entirely comprised of hotels and theaters. Backing up a bit, the first thing I saw when I first surfaced on the London Subway (known as the "tube") was a large truck marked "Police Horses" making its way down the street behind the tube [View Full Entry]

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