So, as a few astute observers have pointed out both online and to my face, I am no longer in Ireland. Nope, I’m back on good ol’ burger-scented American soil. Vermont, to be precise. And, as the photograph above demonstrates, the ever-hospitable Green Mountain State makes my international transition as seamless as possible. This picture was taken just outside my door, after a rainstorm left my part of town slightly damper than the Adriatic Sea.
Vermonters, however, are a hearty breed. Even when their roads turn into a coastline, they still get around just swimmingly:
All in all, the Ireland trip was fantastic. I’m going to keep posting stories from my time abroad, though don’t be surprised if the language suggests I’m still there. I’d give you some silly excuse about the words flowing better that way, but really I just want to pretend I never left.
What a great trip.