It's a blustery, snowy morning here in Pennsylvania. It's St. Patrick's Day.
Sing with me now... "I'm dreaming of a white St. Patrick's Day.... just like the ones I ... "
Nah. What I'm really dreaming of today, on a day when the entire nation thinks about the Luck o' the Irish, is my trip to Ireland. I wrote about some of the things I did last summer right after I returned.
|Cliffs of Moher|
The blustery day when I stepped into my first Irish Castle - Trim.
A day of "unexpected deviations" - some difficulties and some delights.
Disappointment at the Book of Kells, but delight when I walked into the next room...
Of course, as hectic summer caught me in her talons, I never did go back and write about any of the other experiences. I'm using today's Slice as a promise to myself.
A promise that I will dig back into those photos and remember my voyage - my trip of a lifetime.
A promise that I will take some of the remaining Slice days this month to share those memories in words and photos.
The weather outside is frightful, but memories are so delightful. Let's write!