Ireland Chapter 2: Trapped in Fairyland
“It’s fine. I’ve done this before. I’ve waited out rainstorms and snowstorms for days in tiny tents.” Continue reading Ireland Chapter 2: Trapped in Fairyland
“It’s fine. I’ve done this before. I’ve waited out rainstorms and snowstorms for days in tiny tents.” Continue reading Ireland Chapter 2: Trapped in Fairyland
I don’t know who I am on my own. I don’t know what I’m capable of – if anything. I don’t know if I can hike the Ireland Way. Continue reading Ireland Chapter 1: Signs from god…
Photos of Blarney Castle and some of the more intriguing features of its surrounding gardens, including the Witch’s Kitchen, the Witch’s Stone, and the Wishing Stairs. Continue reading Blarney Castle & Gardens
Kilarney’s stunning St. Mary’s Cathedral was designed by Augustus Welby Pugin. Its foundation stone was laid by Bishop Egan in 1842 and the completed Cathedral was blessed by Bishop Mangan in 1914. Continue reading St. Mary’s Cathedral
Ross Castle was built in the late 15th century by the Chieftains of the O’Donoghue family, who ruled the Killarney area at the time. Continue reading Ross Castle
The Franciscan Friary of Muckross was founded around 1445 by a local Chieftan named Donal MacCarthy. It is located in what is now Kilarney National Park in Ireland. Continue reading Muckross Abbey
With every curve I approach, I hope to see level ground, but each bend in the trail leads to a never-ending stretch of jagged, crooked, rolling, tilting, rocky downhill bullshit until I finally scream, “Holy fucking God! When does this shit fucking end?!” Continue reading El Camino de Santiago Chapter 6: I know it will linger in my mind…
If someone offers me another Bocadillo Frio, I’m going to shove it down their throat until they choke on it and die. Continue reading El Camino de Santiago Chapter 5: Two fewer farts to carry!
“I can drag you, naked, and I’m not bringing your backpack… Except for the foot powder.” Continue reading El Camino de Santiago Chapter 4: “Or I’ll just die…”
My hands won’t work. They both cramp relentlessly, curling and contorting into painfully useless claws over which I have no control. I can’t hold a spoon. I’m actually scared. Continue reading El Camino de Santiago Chapter 3: A Night with Jesus and a Day on Purgatory Lane