I have to explain, right up front, that to travel with my mother – a writer, a scholar of antiquity and a student of living history – is a unique […]

Warning: this turned into a bit of a ramble. Then again, so did the day, so perhaps it’s fitting. Follow along if you like, or just skim the pretty pictures. […]

I could easily have stayed in Athlone and made it to the airport early enough for my morning flight out. There was going to be some Saturday night city-wide celebration […]

I was in Donegal this morning, trying to stay clear of departing diners while making my way in through the door of the Blueberry Cafe, just off the main square. […]

The blog has been quiet because, for the most part, life has also been, out here. Coming off the sensory overload of last week’s Bealtaine, I decided I needed a […]

There are many stories of Beltane. The one told to me last night was that the Hill of Uisneach (“Wish’ neaccccch”) was the center of Ireland, and that the Ail […]

It is strangely apt that Galway, Ireland’s “second city” of music and culture has an unofficial theme song that is catchy to the point of addiction, singable and almost universally […]

“Many travel stories begin as an attempt to impress pretty women.” – Rolf Potts, The Art of Writing a Story about Walking Across Andorra. This is how it happens: you’ve […]

As I said, I’ve been trying to take mornings to write, and afternoons to wander. And I’ve been trying to quantify why the Sheeps Head feels like such beautiful desolation. […]