Friday, June 12, 2009

Ireland: the Burren

After picking me up at Shannon airport at 6:15 a.m., Wednesday, June 10th, Doug, Ann and I drove north through the Burren, where Doug promptly forgot his shoes on a grave (don't ask; he usually doesn't wear them). So we had to go back the next day to find them. Here is Doug, sans shoes, entering a grave (St. Cronan's?) on the second trip;

Further along... the cattle coming home from the fields;

and Tail End Charlotte, stubborn, suspicious and dripping milk from her seriously overextended udders, blocking the way.

And finally, Irish "fishing humour" in Corofin; a fish ordering abeer from an octopus, with a mounted human over the bar (revenge for the poor, 20" salmon we saw pulled from the Corrib river today in downtown Galway).

Monday, June 8, 2009

Camino, 2009

Tomorrow I leave from Boston to Galway, Ireland for 10 days with Doug and Ann, then I fly to Le Puy, France, where I begin to walk the Camino to San Juan Compostela... 1,000 miles. I'm nervous; a summer on foot, without a bike.