Thursday, January 14, 2010

the first time I ever went to Ireland, it was to take a summer course in archaeology. Appropriately we went on multiple field trips a week. We took many pit stops during which my class would burst out of the little coach and run in many directions in order to see the most in the little time. Upon returning to Dublin from our trip to the Hill of Tara, we took a pitstop in Tara...which found me standing in the middle of a cow field, taking a picture of my roommate sitting on the wall protecting the church's foundations.

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