Puerto Rico: Part One

One thing that 2019 taught me was that you need to stop apologizing for everything and knocking yourself down for not doing “more.” I think North Americans have a problem with constantly trying to outbeat each other. If one person wakes up at 7 am, the other proudly proclaims that they have been awake since 5 am. To anyone feeling like they are not doing “enough,” you are doing great! There is all this talk about being the greatest and extraordinary, but what makes people extraordinary is a genuine sense of happiness and fulfillment. Gain confidence from being at peace with your strengths and your weaknesses. Allow yourself to feel sorry for yourself for a short while on the bad days, and then pick yourself up and remember that you are a badass! For me, these reminders come in the form of holidays. So in order to get myself out of a slump, I picked myself up and booked a trip to Puerto Rico. This is my story.

Day One
After arriving in San Juan late in the evening on our first day, we began our official adventure of San Juan the morning after. The first thing on our list was Museo de Las Americas. If you are a history buff, then take a moment to check out this museum. The museum highlights Puerto Rican history while also incorporating contemporary Puerto Rican art. According to my best friend, she also swears that she heard a ghostly tapping while perusing the galleries. While I cannot confirm the validity of her ghostly encounter, what I can comment on is one unsettling demonic figurine that is hosted in the museum. This figurine is encased behind glass and on the front of the glass is the symbol of the cross. So whether you want to learn about Puerto Rico’s history, enjoy some contemporary art, or have your own ghostly encounter, check out the Museo de Las Americas.

Museo de Las Americas

Next on our list, was Castillo San Cristobal. This is a fortress built by the Spaniards to protect the city. With the stone walls and ocean views, it definitely offers picturesque views. After this, it was time to treat ourselves with some giant coconut water infused with rum. Treat yourself! After this, we headed back to our place before getting some food and enjoying the nightlife that the La Placita neighborhood had to offer.

Castillo San Cristobal

Day Two

On this day we decided to check out El Yunque Rainforest and Luquillo Beach. For the elderly, the young, and the physically unfit, you have been warned that El Yunque is a bit of a trek. Just make sure to pack some snacks and water as there is no place to stop to get food. I am a nature lover and El Yunque hit all the spots in what I look for in a good trail. It has lush greenery, rugged terrain, cascading waterfalls, and a few great photo opportunities. When we began our hike it was all sunshine and rainbows, but shortly after the weather turned misty and foggy to the point it was a slightly precarious situation. Despite not being able to see much once we got to the top due to the dense fog, it was a long arduous workout which was physically satisfying. In addition, once you reach the peak, the world echoes around you. With the dense fog and our voices echoing to the forest below, the best word I can use to describe the experience is sublime. To those who have been with me for awhile, you will know that I have mentioned the experience of the sublime before. It is something awe inspiring but also takes us beyond ourselves and may even incite fear. This is what El Yunque offers. The reward of sanctuary in a place that makes the world around you feel so vast and unknown and yet so magnificent. There is a small lookout point once you reach the top and if you take a moment to stand up there by yourself, you will understand what I mean.

El Yunque

After our experience in El Yunque it was time to relax on the beach and so we headed to Luquillo to refresh our tired, sweaty bodies. It was still quite overcast when we arrived and it was getting late but all that mattered was a moment to do absolutely nothing. And so, that is what we did. We enjoyed the waters and then ultimately headed back to San Juan for the night.

Stay tuned for more ****

Irish Travels : The Final Chapter

Cliffs of Moher

It has been a pleasure sharing my experience of Ireland with you all and I appreciate your patience in sticking with me along the way. While there is so much more to say,  it is time to bring this story to an end to allow for new ones to be told. With this in mind, I would like to spend the rest of this post discussing some of my final stops in Ireland. As you have probably noted so far, Ireland is the land of rugged landscapes and so a visit to Ireland would not be complete without visiting one of the greatest beauties of all; The Cliffs of Moher.  The Cliffs of Moher lie on the southwestern edge of the Burren region in County Clare, Ireland and are 702 feet at its highest point.  As I stood there looking at the waters crashing against the cliffs below, my mind was taken back to an English course during my undergraduate studies where I encountered Edmund Burke’s definition of the sublime.  

Burke believed that the sublime was something that could provoke terror in the audience, for terror and pain were the strongest emotions. However, there was an inherent “pleasure” in this emotion. Anything that is great, infinite or obscure could be an object of terror and sublime, as there was an element of the unknown about them. He regarded nature as the most sublime object, capable of evoking strong sensations in those beholding it.1

As the waves crashed against the the cliffs, I could only think about how standing upon these precarious cliffs, I too felt this sense of awe and terror at this terrible beauty. As I watched the waters crash below, I was reminded of my own mortality despite the fact that these precarious cliffs also served as the home for thousands of birds in Ireland; including the Atlantic Puffin.  These cliffs were the definition of the sublime. They were beautiful yet terrifying, and as I laid down to take a photo near the cliff’s edge I was grateful for the opportunity to be there and experience the flood of emotions. I was healthy and alive and grateful all of it.

Blarney Castle

The final stop on our tour: Blarney Castle.  According to their official website, Blarney Castle was built nearly six hundred years ago by one of Ireland’s greatest chieftains, Cormac MacCarthy.  The castle has been attracting attention for hundreds of years, and is famous for the “Blarney Stone.” It is said that if you kiss the stone, you will never again be lost for words.  Now I am going to be honest with you, I kissed the Blarney Stone because I mean everyone was doing it and I could use some help in being a little more eloquent. Did it work? You tell me. Regardless of whether it worked or not, it was fun to get into the spirit of the legend and march up a tower to kiss some stone that requires some serious acrobatics to reach. I mean I’m going to be honest in that I’m still not 100% sure I even kissed the right stone. For all I know, I could have made out with a regular old stone (please note I did not actually make out with the stone, a simple peck was more than sufficient).  You know that saying “it is not about the destination, but the journey” that is what Blarney Castle was. It was about more about getting overly hyped about some stone with your tour mates and marching up the tower like a military troop and imagining battle scenes, rather than actually reaching the top to kiss the stone. So yes, kiss the stone but enjoy the time waiting with your friends and the adventure on your way up.

After kissing the stone, it was time to explore the rest of the castle and so my friend and I walked through the gardens to see what other pleasant surprises the castle held and so we discovered The Poison Garden of the castle. The Poison Garden is kind of what it sounds like; it is a garden in which deadly plants from around the globe are housed in large cage like structures due to their toxicity to people. As we walked through the garden, we encountered hemlock plants, wolfsbane, opium, and cannabis. Beside each plant were small plaques describing their toxicity and side effects to humans as well as their uses during medieval times. It was fascinating to see how these incredibly poisonous plants were once seen as a cure, and made me think of how far we had come medically in curing ailments. After seeing the macabre nature of the plant world, my friend and I carried on and finished our visit of the castle walking through some of the other gardens in the castle where the plants were much more kid friendly.

Final Thoughts

As we finished our tour of Blarney castle, it was time to head back to Dublin and finish our adventure. My adventure had gotten off to a rough start with a hotel in what might as well have been Narnia, a room that was colder than a freezer, and a stressful run to try and get to our tour bus on time on our first day. However, since that initial hiccup everything that happens onwards was more than I could ever expect. Not only do I reminisce about the places I was blessed to visit, but I often look back on the memories made with the people I met during that trip. I think back on how one of my tour mates pretended to be a dementor during an especially long bus ride and my tour guide’s story about one very special sheep named Trevor. It is all these things together which made this trip one I will tell my kids about when I’m older. I am thankful for everyone who was on this journey with me and may we meet again some day. It was great craic!

Works Referenced

1.Burke, Edmund. A Philosophical Inquiry into the Origin of Our Ideas of the Sublime and Beautiful. trans. Abraham Mills. New York: Harper & Brothers Publishers, 1856, p. 51.


Irish Folklore

Now readers, we’ve been through alot together. At the beginning of my journey I was ready to head back straight to Canada and be reunited with my cozy bed and a hot cup of chicken noodle soup. However, instead I embarked on the adventure of  a lifetime. In doing so, I encountered people from all walks of life, stood where innocent civilians were gunned down, where druids performed ceremonial rights, where the collision of tectonic plates created mountains, and where the spewing of lava and erosion resulted in stunning hexagonal columns. I have sat inside pubs listening to locals sing their tunes, walked down cobblestone streets with a skip in my step, stuffed my face late at night, and tried honey mead for the first time. I have listened to individuals jokingly mention feuds between family houses, laughed about one truly horrifying music video, learned how to say hello in Gaelic, and met a Boston man with a dog named Peanut who found his true love in Ireland.

While my story so far has been about the places I visited in Ireland, I do want to reflect on the fact that while it was a beautiful country it was the memories that were associated with it that make it all the better. It was the Irish folklore of fairies and leprechauns, the ghost stories of old castles, rubbing the engraving of fertility goddesses in church walls, leaving a part of  my soul in the Dingle Peninsula, and learning how to use the term “craic” which made all the difference. It is at this time I want to take a step back to elaborate on these memories and small things I learned throughout my trip.  So bear with me and take a moment to enjoy the legends and folklore of Ireland. I promise you, you will not be disappointed.


During one of our lengthy bus rides, our tour guide began to educate us on the folklore and legends of the Irish. He told of us of fairies, fairy circles, and fairy trees. There are  many different kinds of fairies and spirits, and one kind of spirit was known as the Púca. In folklore, the Púca is a shape-changing trickster. While there are accounts of them being helpful, our guide informed us that they are often seen as a hindrance rather than being a helping hand. So much in fact, that if you fell flat on your face or tripped on a crack, one often deemed it to be the work of these beings.  You see, these little buggers love to cause mayhem and thrive off of it. However, the púca isn’t the only mischievous creature capable of causing mayhem.  The next creature is one which is often associated with Ireland: the leprechaun.  It is said that if you steal a leprechaun’s lucky coin, one is able to barter with it to grant you wishes in exchange for their freedom. However, before you go out seeking leprechauns, be advised that the likelihood of getting your wishes fulfilled are slim, as these crafty little beings are great at manipulating your words in order to cause more mayhem. To make matters worse, if you manage to catch one and let it escape, luck will not be on your sides friends. These stories were riveting and whether or not I saw truth in them, it was great to hear about magical creatures and mischievous beings. We are often so caught up in our own lives and trying to explain things logically, as adults we have lost that sense of imagination and wonder. As our guide carried on his story, he spoke of the dwellings where some of these magical creatures resided; fairy trees. These trees are so important, that an entire road in Ireland was once diverted in order to avoid cutting a fairy tree. Even more interesting, was learning about the significance of fairy circles. These naturally occurring ring of mushrooms were places in which fairies sung and celebrated. Mortals who entered the circle, would be punished for trespassing on their grounds.  These punishments ranged from broken limbs to other serious injuries or misfortune.  As someone who studied history in university, it was refreshing to learn an alternative kind of history beyond epic battles and political struggles. It taught me to see the world in a less black and white kind of way.

(not my photo, taken from google images, please see hyperlink)

Now, if the fairies and leprechaun stories aren’t your cup of tea, then perhaps a ghost story may be more to your liking, As a child, I spent an unreasonable amount of time watching paranormal investigation shows. I liked to imagine a world in which the people who had passed on were still looking out for us from beyond this mortal plane. As I got older this obsession would go to watching shows about mediums talking to people’s loved ones from beyond the grave. And so, when our tour guide began the story of the ghost of Red Mary, I was already hooked.  In the outskirts of County Clare, Ireland sits a ruined castle called Leamaneh castle. As the story goes, this castle once belonged to a woman named Mary and her husband Conor O’ Brien. The couple lived there together, however far from happily.  You see Mary was known for her flaming red hair, but even hotter temper. And so, one day after an especially heated argument it is said she planned the murder of her husband Conor O’Brien. During a battle, he was mortally wounded and while laying on his deathbed, she began the search for a new suitor in order to keep her inheritance. One by one men lined up to marry her, and each time she would tire of one suitor is is said she would murder them or get rid of them. After about twenty five men, she was finally punished for her actions. One night, she was taken from her quarters and was buried in the hollow of a tree where she slowly starved to death. Since that day, the castle has slowly fallen to ruins and it said Red Mary can be seen walking the halls and haunting the surrounding land of the castle.

You have now heard about mischievous magical beings and angry sceptres, and with that I would like to finish this post on a positive note. During my trip, our bus took a drive down the Dingle Peninsula. This peninsula lies on Ireland’s southwest Atlantic coast, and consists of sandy beaches and sharp precarious cliffs.  During our drive, our tour guide made up stop at Inch Beach which is a small beach known for its incredibly dangerous ocean waters. If I haven’t mentioned before, it was September when I visited Ireland and I was not about to take a full dip into the waters despite the incredible temptation to do. However, our guide let us know that if we were to dip our toes in the waters a piece of our soul would be left behind. In order to obtain it, we would have to return to the same spot within twenty years or lose that piece of our soul forever. While, the notion of losing a piece of your soul might be alarming, it was easy to see how even without dipping my toes in these icy waters, a piece of my soul would remain in Ireland. It is a beautiful place full of great adventures and if dipping my feet in these waters, made me make a pact to come back for sure one day then I sure as hell was going to dip my feet in those waters.  So I rolled up my pants, removed my boots and embraced the waves rolling into the shore and the water beneath my feet. I couldn’t think of a better place to leave a part of my soul behind.

Stay tuned for the final part of the Ireland series coming soon!





Irish Travels: Part Five

So I’m going to admit that Part 4 of my adventures was a little rough and could benefit from a little bit of revision, however for the sake of getting on with the show I will do my best and repent for the sins of my past by ensuring the quality of this post is that much better. And so, we set the stage for our next adventure: Inis Mor.

If you are looking to travel back in time, then Inis Mor is the place for you. Inis Mor is a large island amidst a group of islands referred to as the “Aran Islands.” The island is accessible by ferry from Galway, and has everything from prehistoric forts to lush green pastures. It is a history buff’s dream come true! The one catch when visiting this island was its unpredictable weather. Prior to our arrival, we were warned by our tour guide to dress for weather ranging from sunny skies to torrential downpours, and everything in between.  You see, the weather on this island apparently had a mind of its own. Bearing this in mind we layered up in preparation to whatever weather this grand island would bring.  Luckily for us, the gods were on our side. As we stepped off the ferry and onto the port, our fears were calmed as the partially cloudy skies informed us that today the weather would be on our side. You see, during my time in Ireland, I had learned that Ireland was not a very sunny place and cloudy skies were pretty much the equivalent of a sunny day anywhere else in the world. Unless the clouds were dark and menacing you were in the clear. And so, with the weather on our side we began our bike tour with our guide throughout the island.

As we rode across the island, our guide spoke of the prehistoric forts around us and the civilizations that built them. As we passed by these massive stone forts, it was astounding to see how well preserved some of these walls remained and their grandeur. Although I have never seen the pyramids in Egypt, I would like to think that my reaction upon seeing these fortresses would be similar to someone seeing the Great Pyramids of Egypt. To see these forts up close and touch the rock slabs, makes you feel connected to all those before you. It boggles my mind that before modern technology was available, civilizations were able to create such grand structures in attempts to defend their lands and establish their dwellings. Interestingly enough, these forts were more than military structures and often acted as spaces for ancient druids. It is said that the most famous fort Dun Aengus was used for seasonal rites of druids and is believed to have been where bonfires were held that could be seen from the mainland of Ireland.

After we spent lunch amidst the land  where the ancient druids once performed ceremonies on and soaked in some sun (you heard me right, there was actually a clearing in the sky for a brief moment), our tour guide deemed the bike tour complete and let us roam free across the rest of the island for a couple of hours on our own. As everyone slowly dispersed, my friend and I decided to continue biking and see what other beautiful sights we would see. As we continued to ride along rugged roads, we came across a small inlet beach at the island. While it may have not been a beach from Cuba, I was grateful for a moment to give my legs a rest and feel the sand beneath my toes. As someone whose only fitness routine at the time was getting out of bed, I was absolutely exhausted. After a much needed rest of walking down the shoreline and dipping my feet in the waters, I was ready to head to the ferry back to Galway.

Now, for the adventurous individuals out there, I urge you to check out the wormhole in Inis Mor. It is a natural rectangular shaped pool of water in which you are able to cliff dive into.  Be warned: the waters are icy but the experience is worth it. Although I did not visit the wormhole (as my swimming skills are mediocre, and I refused to bike anymore), some of my tourmates did take the plunge and expressed great enthusiasm over doing so. As we headed back to onto the ferry, it was time for a nap. After being out until the wee hours of the morning and sleeping for a brief hour or two the night before, I quickly fell asleep for the rest of the journey back to our hostel in Galway. The next day would be full of new adventures, and so with the promise of tomorrow being great, I gave into my exhaustion and turned in early.








Irish Travels: Part Four

After a late night out with the locals and tourmates the night before , it was time to bid Derry farewell. That morning we were headed to our next destination: Galway, Ireland. Contrary to popular belief,  Galway was actually made famous by Steve Earle’s song titled “Galway Girl” long before Ed Sheeran came around. After Earle’s song was featured in the film “P.S I Love You” it became a sensation and can often be heard in pubs around Ireland. That being said: For the love of God, do not ask them to play this song. Despite truly enjoying this song, it becomes significantly less enjoyable after hearing it five times in one night. Rest assured, there will always be a tourist who will request it and you will get your fix.

Now before we arrived in Galway, there was one very important stop on the way: The Mountains of Connemara, specifically, “The Twelve Bens.”  As the name suggests, it is a mountain range consisting of twelve mountains with a water filled valley in the centre. These mountains captivate your attention and snap you out of the haze that is brought upon by only sleeping for two hours the night before. They demand your full attention. Wrapping my scarf tightly to my neck, I was overcome with a sense of tranquility. With the mountains as our only companions, time stood still and the stresses of every day life dissolved. Life was good. It is moments such as these that I come back to during times of hardship to remind myself that total tranquility is possible and that they will come again.

Galway, Ireland

After being cleansed all of life’s troubles in the mountains and sleeping the rest of the way, we arrived in Galway, Ireland at last.  Out of all the cities in Ireland, I have to say that Derry and Galway are two of my favourites. What drew me in most about Galway was it’s Latin Quarter. This section of the city is beautiful with it’s cobblestoned streets, tiny boutiques, pubs, and great restaurants. As you walk down the cobblestone streets, shop signs command your attention with their bright shop faces in bright assortments of yellows, blues, greens, and every colour of the rainbow you could think of. One cannot help but be cheery when walking in Galway. In addition bright coloured shops and cobble stone streets, there is often street entertainment to be found in Galway as individuals sit perform in the middle of these walkways for all those passing by. During the warmer weather, patio seating is opened up so that individuals may enjoy the entertainment going on around them. Whereas, The Connemara Mountains provided me with the tranquility I needed, Galway was waiting in arms reach with all the entertainment and joy I could possibly imagine. Regardless of whatever mood you may have been in prior to entering Galway, you are sure to leave Galway with a smile on your face. For those looking to learn some of Galway’s history, take a moment to visit Galway’s City Museum. Within the museums’s walls you can learn about archaeology, art, natural history, along with Galway’s maritime history.  Galway is a place for adults and children alike and is a city that should not be overlooked when planning a trip to Ireland. Stay tuned for my trip to Inis Mor.

(Above: Latin Quarter- Taken from Trip Advisor page about Latin Quarter)

Art found in Galway City Museum 

Spanish Arch in Galway

Irish Travels: Part Two

So after many weeks, I have resurfaced from my cave to continue the story about Ireland. I apologize for the delay, with the start of a new job I have been quite busy trying to balance work, family, friends and workouts once again. However, the show must go on! And without an understudy to fill in, I must find the time to carry on this show. So, lets continue!


After the first day of Ireland almost had me running for the hills and back to Canada, the ending of that day provided me with enough reason to be hopeful for the week ahead. That next morning around 6 am, my friend and I were getting ready for the week of a lifetime. After walking twenty minutes to get to their transit system in frustration we managed to find our way to the meeting spot to board our tour bus. It was there we reunited with our tour mates from the day before, as well as met new people who would be joining us on our adventure. At around 8:30 am, we were off to Belfast. For those who do not know about Ireland’s history,  starting in the late 1960’s conflict began to brew in Northern Ireland.  I cannot do justice in explaining the conflict, so I will only provide a short synopsis and urge you to do your own independent research on the conflict. Simply put, the conflict arose out of the way people living in Ireland identified themselves. For some, they identified as British, and believed that Ireland should remain part of the United Kingdom (as Northern Ireland remains today). On the other side, there was those who identified themselves as Irish nationalists, and believed that Northern Ireland should join the rest of Ireland and sever ties with the United Kingdom. To complicate matters, these divisions were made worse by the differing religious beliefs amongst people and political affiliations. This conflict led to a bloody period in Ireland’s history with mass civilian casualties and one which impacts Irish citizens to this day. As a result, I urge you to resist commenting on the conflict and your personal ideologies with the citizens. Instead, I ask you to recognize the beauty that surrounds the country and the warmth of its people. I have fallen in love with Ireland and I hope you do too.

It was on the black cab tours in Belfast that I was made privy of this information and the conflict that ensued. These men who run the black cab tours are individuals who during the conflict were there to get people to where they had to go.  If you are in  Belfast, I am not suggesting that you should go on a black cab tour, rather I am demanding that do. The way these drivers spoke about Ireland’s turbulent history with tears in their eyes and sorrow in their hearts, only serves as a reminder that we as outsiders cannot pass judgement on a nation’s conflict. Rather all we can do is try to be understanding and listen to their stories. When we often think of heroes we think of firefighters and paramedics. However, these individuals should not be dismissed as it was their efforts which allowed citizens to arrive safely to their destinations. As we went on our tour, the cabbie drivers took us to on a tour through Belfast stopping in front of buildings covered in murals depicting the conflict. These murals commemorated the fallen and the fighters in the conflict. After seeing the political murals, we visited a memorial which listed the names of civilians killed as well as those who died for their political beliefs. It is one thing to hear about the conflict that occurred, but to see these murals and the names of actual individuals who perished left me speechless. It made me grateful that I have not had to deal with real political conflict in my own home country and made me grateful for the safety that my homeland has brought me.


During our tour, we were also informed that during this conflict many walls which are referred to as “Peace Walls” were put up to separate communities with opposing beliefs. In Belfast today, many of these walls remain and we were taken to a location where one of these walls stood. Upon arrival, I was speechless that such divisions occur today.  It is one thing to hear about political strife in countries, but to physically see the impact is disheartening. With tears in his eyes, our cabbie driver expressed his sorrow that people in these opposing communities cannot even say “Merry Christmas” to one another with this wall of cement keeping them apart.  It touched me to my core that even during  a time of the year known for bringing people together, people remained divided.  Looking at the peace wall, I was also struck by a particular piece of artwork which stated “it…is…cold…and we…are…tired.” To this day, I still think about this piece of artwork. While I cannot bring change to conflict overseas, I can attempt to dissolve barriers in my own country and try to understand those with differing opinions than my own. It is here that our tour of Belfast ended leaving us to reflect on our own situations and hardships.

Dark Hedges and Ballintoy

After the somber tour in Ireland, our next destination was the Dark Hedges. For those who do not know what this is, it is a tunnel like path of intertwined beech trees which was made famous after being used in a scene of the HBO Series: Game of Thrones. Now I am going to be honest in that while I do watch Game of Thrones, I still do not know which scene was filmed here nor do I really care for that matter. Rather, what struck me about this place was the silence. I have heard that this area can get quite crowded with tourists but when we arrived it was as though the whole path was just for our tour group. As a result, this moment allowed for a moment of reflection of everything I had just learned during our black cabbie tour and allowed me to take stock of everything I was grateful for in life. With the sounds of my tour mates in the background, I allowed myself to be happy with the present moment I was in and that I could face whatever the future holds. It was a scene out of a fairytale, and I was the protagonist of my own story.  I realized it is up to me to decide how my story plays out.

After the moment of reflection down the path of beech trees, it was time to drive to the village where we would settle for the night: Ballintoy.  The village is very small, housing a population of about 160 people. No that is not a typo, however what it lacks in population it makes up for in charm. We stayed at the Sheep Island View Independent Holiday Hostel and set off to explore the little village. If you have time, I urge you to visit the Carrick-a-Rede Rope Bridge. Although I did not get the chance to visit it,  some of my tourmates did and had quite a good time doing so. While some of my tourmates visited the bridge, my friend and I explored the surrounding hills and had our own photoshoot near the water and caves in the village instead.  For those who live in Ballintoy, I can only say that you must have some seriously strong legs and glutes. Those hills were no joke, and walking uphill after my photoshoot was a full body workout. Joking aside, coming from a big city, this small village offered a temporary relief to the stresses of city life and those photos reflected this. I was recently told I should smile more, but I assure you that at this moment my smile reached from ear to ear.

As night dawned upon Ballintoy it was time to go out and enjoy a drink at their bar. As I mentioned earlier, I used to be a shy kid. As my friend decided to turn in early, I was left to my own devices and was determined to be social. With much hesitation, I put on my big kid pants and headed to the bar. It was there that I had a great conversation with one of my tour mates and her husband. While it may have been an alcohol induced discussion, it was great to be amongst two people much wiser than myself and discuss our passions in life and dreams. It made me realize that just because our dreams are unconventional does not mean we should give up on them. It may be idealistic I’m sure but I refuse to give up on what I love. With the conversation dying down and the exhaustion setting in, I decided to turn in for the night. I had pushed myself out of my comfort zone and was made better because of it. Tomorrow would be a new day full of adventures and new experiences and it was time to get some rest before our next day of travelling in Northern Ireland.





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