I compiled a short list of phrases I've heard over the past few months in Ireland that originally made no sense to me at all, but I now like to use all the time. I sincerely hope these stick in my vocab before I go home so I can confuse my loving family and friends:… Continue reading Some Irish Slang
An absolutely important piece on ethical tourism; it’s a topic I would shout from the rooftops.
This post came about during my recent trip to Thailand. I had originally thought that maybe riding is okay. So many people do it, so how can it be bad? These animals are huge and strong. Boy was I wrong. Wrong on a huge level. As we traveled throughout Thailand we learned more and more about the torture these poor animals go through from either the first time they are captured or born to every single ride they provide. What surprised me is that most of the information we got were from tourists. I wanted to write something that truly educated people about this type of tourism, especially since I hear all the time that riding an elephant is on everyone’s bucket list, wish list or do before you die list.
This is how the elephants at most “sanctuaries” are contained. Chains. Elephants in the wild roam up to 30…
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It is Sunday morning in Dublin, and I'm on my second cup of coffee. The house is silent except for a few straggling morning zombies getting ready to leave for the day. Sunday mornings have always held an extra sense of romance in them, and I savor mornings like this with great reverence. Silence, over… Continue reading Gratitude of Silence
In October, I became complacent after I moved across the country to Galway, so I decided to take a road trip down the west coast of Ireland to reawaken my compulsion to be romantic with life. It was a Wednesday and so early in the morning that even coffee shops weren't open. I sleepily signed… Continue reading A Tiny October Roadtrip: Part One
There are some places we travel to that immediately make us feel like home, or even more welcome than those places we already call home. In the autobiography "A Fifty Year Silence" by Mary Richmond, she explains an overwhelming feeling when she visits the abandoned, decrepit home of her grandparents in the country side of… Continue reading Numinous
The most peaceful morning of my stay in Ireland resulted from plodding around barefoot on an island that sits along the tiny coastal town of Clontarf, just a ten minute drive north of Dublin. After crossing the long, narrow bridge that connects the island to the mainland, the wind blasted seemingly from all directions. Sets… Continue reading Bull Island