Haunted by Ireland

A giant, laminated map of the world hangs above my bed, reminding me of all of the places I want to go: South Africa, Botswana (almost anywhere in Africa, really), China, Greece, Romania, and about 1,000 other places. And yet, out of all the grand options available, something about Ireland always calls out to me. …

Dreaming

Today I am dreaming of County Galway and the Connemara Loop, channelling the spirit of Ireland to finish my memoir. Next week I'm flying to New York City to attend a pitch conference and will have the opportunity to pitch my book directly to the editors of some major publishing houses. Excited doesn't even begin …

The Hole of Sorrows

Dolmens, also known as portal tombs, generally consist of at least two upright stones that support a capstone. Rising dramatically above the limestone pavement of the Burren, Poulnabrone is the most widely photographed of all the Irish dolmens and dates back over 2,500 years. Found within its chamber were the remains of over 20 people, including …

Croagh Patrick

The day I visited Croagh Patrick, Ireland's most sacred mountain, clouds obscured its peak and tiny water droplets collected on my eyelashes. I hiked as far as the statue of St. Patrick, who overlooks the stunning waters of Clew Bay with a staff in one hand and three-leaf clover in the other. Had I continued …

Jet Lag

Irish travel log, day 4. My jet lag has been terrible this time. I didn't blog for the first two days because of the fog. I had to force myself to walk around Dublin and even to eat because I just didn't feel like it. Writing? Ha! Balls to that! (Irish expression.) So, what happens …