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. […]

The road to the cottage travels through Heathrow, and rather more indirectly through the Ghanaian Consulate in Atlanta, Georgia. Way back in the beforetimes, Devon and I were headed to […]

Oh, how I’ve missed the Friday Market in Bantry. No clever text here, just pictures. Also, Box of Frogs, my favorite coffee shop in all of Ireland. Who doesn’t love […]

Driving in Ireland is hilarious. By which I mean terrifying, actually. Your first hint should come from reading the fine print on your Mastercard or Visa, or whatever you rent […]

I came into Kilcrohane by foot this time, all but one hillclimb through a loop up Seefin, down Farranmanagh toward Dunmanus Bay, west along the Sheep’s Head Way, and back […]

Rambled three miles today, mostly around Cashel, where I got to be reminded how old I’m not. That’s half the mileage of yesterday, which was again half from two days […]

Me, not the rambles, at least not yet. At my age I should know better than to launch straight off the plane into twelve miles of rambles. But but but […]

I can’t remember who it was who first noticed, and called me on it: when walking on ice or other uncertain surfaces, I do a little outward twist of my […]