He got food poisoning and I drank my weight in Guinness and Bulmers.
Once Pete was on the mend, we spent a lovely morning learning about our favorite beer
and I finally got to see a real castle!
although I never did pretend I was a princess when I was little. Usually my imagination had me as the stable hand or had some equally not glamorous position within the castle walls.
This uber lame and extremely last minute photo essay (which is composed of snatched pictures from facebook) covers about 1/10th of our Ireland trip and is my way of wishing everyone a Happy St. Patrick's Day!!
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