Tag Archives: Ireland

Like A Thief In The Night

When I first started traveling, I was very paranoid. If one thing was certain, it was that everyone I met was a potential thief who wanted nothing more than to get their grubby hands on my passport. Which makes it odd that my instincts deserted me when I actually did meet a thief. It’s also […]

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Lovely Day For A Guinness

In 2009, Jared and I quit our jobs in London, rented a Wicked campervan, and drove off into the sunset. Sort of. We actually drove to Nottingham, where the closest thing to Robin Hood was this: They could have used a band of merry men, because the local youth didn’t have much else to do […]

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Galway harbour

Strange Encounters: Galway

I booked my very first hostel over the phone. I wasn’t sure what I was doing, because I wasn’t entirely clear on the concept of a hostel. I barely knew what a visa was. When the woman at the Kinlay House Hostel in Dublin answered in an Irish accent, I nearly fainted with excitement. A […]

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