Ireland Travel Stories – Post 8 – Dublin & Trip Reflections
It’s strange. No matter how long we travel for, I’m always ready to come home by the end.
It’s strange. No matter how long we travel for, I’m always ready to come home by the end.
I’m not looking forward to the day (or the re-telling of it)
I try to imagine what life would have been like. The mist lends an eerie air to the ruins of the stone cottages on the mountainside. The place feels mysterious.