Oh me, oh my, how I have missed my little home on the web. I do have a million and then some stories to tell, pictures to share. Oh, the catch up that lies ahead. My two weeks went like this: Edinburgh-Sterling-Glasgow-Dublin-Kinsale-Dingle-Kinsale-Cork-Dublin. Whew. With family, of course, and it was about the best time I could have imagined. I am not sure how I will ever sift through all my photos without taking another week off, but I will surely do my best.
Any Irish I would chat with were appalled at the idea of me choosing to live in Germany, a place and people they view as cold, boring, and systematic. This idea was on display as I walked home tonight past a previously abandoned restaurant which has in (nearly) two weeks been rented out, remodeled, and opened for business under a new name.
I feel excited to get back to blogging, sharing stories and whatnot, but for now it is time for sleep. Why is a recovery period always needed after a holiday?
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