(as in, the end of my trip, not the end of the country) A Wee Bit O’ Ireland (Part III) The best/worst/weirdest day ever in Ireland continues! [If you missed Ireland Part I or Ireland Part II, please follow the links so you can feel knowledgeable.] When last I wrote, I … Continue reading The End of Ireland
I think it’s safe to say I have fallen behind in my Euro-trip documentation. And, of course, now that I finally have some time to write, all I can think about is eating peanut butter by the spoonful and going to bed. Thus, this will be a two-part entry—not for you reading it, … Continue reading Meet Death, and Ireland Part II
A Wee Bit of Ireland (Part I) Okay, mo chuisle*°, here’s a wee bit o’ Ireland! *mo chuisle = a phrase I learned from a Mr. OOOOOO’Sullivan** **emphasis added on “O” so as not to be confused with Sullivan, who would be British and not Irish (!) ° I don’t actually know what … Continue reading Top O’ da Mornin’ To Ya
I promised Ireland and it is written, but it requires pictures, and at the moment, I’m on a bus headed out of Chinatown that has sketchy wifi and I’m unable to upload pictures because the browser freezes every time I try. So for now, I’m going to write a current update. When last I wrote … Continue reading It’ll Only Take a New York Minute
It’s only appropriate that I introduce my Ireland adventure by saying that I’m writing this from London, where I have missed my flight to America, because that’s how the journey of Ireland began. At 2:30 a.m. on the morning I was supposed to go to Ireland (with a taxi arriving at 5 a.m.), I … Continue reading Mind the Gap
I have to come back to Ireland. (When I wrote that, I meant in the figurative, “I want to write about Ireland but not at this moment” kind of way, but it works literally as well. Ireland, I shall return! Unfortunately, there’s too much to blog about, so my little brain must start elsewhere, … Continue reading Chocolate Chocolate Everywhere!
I’m currently sitting in Regents Park, eating a “supercharge” salad dinner, and watching kids who don’t speak English successfully feed squirrels from their hands, which if you ask me is like feeding demon creatures because squirrels are freaking scary, while Simon is off working his bartender magic. (When I say “bartender magic,” I mean magic. … Continue reading Step Inside the Map: London
All right you fine folks of America (and, if I’m lucky, the world): I am ending my silence to blog again, hoorah! If you missed my recent update, you can check it out here. It briefly explains why I’ve been silent for the last couple months (and when I say briefly, I mean one … Continue reading Leaving on a High Note
Last year on St. Patrick’s Day, I was in Montueka, New Zealand, wearing an “Irish I were drunk” shirt drinking Baileys Irish Cream alongside new Chilean friends while filming a “Happy Birthday” video for my ex-boyfriend that I would give him belatedly in the States. This year, however, I was not celebrating St. Paddy’s Day. … Continue reading The Roswell Death March
I ought to write about my visit with Ketut Liyer. I went to Bali before I came back to America, and I admit, a large part of my decision stemmed from Liz Gilbert’s (surprise, surprise, Ms. I entitle my blog “Read, Play, Write” as a play on “Eat, Pray, Love”) story about the future-predicting Ketut … Continue reading Palm Reading and Hocus Pocus
They Call Me Fushilou 