…here. The practical Lisa knows that airfare for a family makes this prohibitive. The dreamer Lisa hopes that somehow magically lower rates will appear on Aer Lingus’ website at any minute! 😉 Hey, a girl can dream, right? Slainte, Lisa
A beach where no one seemed to walk,
A church that had few walls but still had beauty,
Souls at rest,
Peaceful day.
Slainte, Lisa
*Postscript: Days like these are why I love Ireland so. So many places that seem untouched by tourism and glitz; just time, history, rocks, water, sky. Quintessential Ireland.
Ocean view from the cliff
Here’s a picture of my husband’s and my impossible dream. It’s an abandoned beachside hotel/resort on Barbados’ North Point shore. Our taxi driver Ralph took us out there, and told us that the hotel had been abandoned and for sale for several years. More like 10 years plus by the look of the crumbling walls of the hotel. Yet it was one of those “wouldn’t that be cool” moments you have in your life, where you think “what if we bought it and fixed it and lived on this cliffside in the Caribbean the rest of our lives” moments. But then reality of the money, money, and more money sank in, and we realized that the dream wasn’t maybe so good after all. But every time I look at these pictures, it brings a certain thrill again. Maybe this place is calling to one of you! heehee 🙂 Slainte, Lisa
Do you remember this? Flying higher and higher on your swing until you felt like you were a bird or Peter Pan or some other invincible flying object? The best of times, for me as a child, was swinging on my swing.
May your weekend be filled with invigorating breezes, sun on your face, and a smile in your heart. Fly. 🙂 Slainte, Lisa
The sheep post yesterday has put me in a mind to discuss a further aspect of farm animals, purely from a non-farm girl perspective. Cows are big. And you don’t really realize that until you are face to face with one, or surrounded by a traveling pack of them in your subcompact car on an astonishingly narrow Irish road. If one of these bovines had decided to take a sit down on our hood, it would have been all over for the poor little car. 😉 Luckily, greener pastures were calling, and their hooves kept on moving.
Moral of the story? If you run into a farm animal today, take a picture. Start a blog. You never know. haha Slainte, Lisa
P.S. For those of you on the edge of their seats to hear how the sheep contest turned out, the climbing sheep of Carrantuohill and the grazing sheep of Dingle are in a dead heat tie. Please vote to put an end to this madness once and for all!
Think About These Things 