I travel. Not as much as I'd like. Sometimes overseas. Sometimes not.
The drive to Dingle was gorgeous; huge rolling verdant hills, ominous clouds, the ocean, and lots of sheep (more on these fuzzy cuties later). The weather was a schizophrenic mix of hail, rain, and beautiful bright sunshine. Some parts of the drive were so spectacular that I had to take photos out the window just to try and capture it because if you have never seen Ireland, it is hard to imagine just how lovely this rugged terrain can be.