Well. Home again, home again, jiggety jig.

I haven't felt like writing since long before I left.

I don't really know why, but the words just wouldn't come.

Heck, I still feel off, as if this just isn't the right time to be writing.

But of course, just because the words are being uncooperative, doesn't mean that the brain still isn't turning, the thoughts spinning.

So I suppose you could simply say, that I've had a lot on my mind lately.

Right. Back to the trip.

It was fun. An exhausting 36K bike ride and a terrible case of saddle soreness aside, I had a good time. I didn't think about work at all for an entire week and gently shove all of my problems hastily into my mental closet so that Tom, Ted and I could simply enjoy the pleasures of being on the road on the Emerald Isle.

So we did.

We enjoyed the excellent hospitality of Winifred and Michael O'Donovan of Oaklands B&B in Mallow, Co. Cork. The not quite so excellent, but still good, hospitality of the Cork International Youth Hostel, Cork City and spent a wonderful night in Carbery 2, with my aunt and uncle and my aunt's family a few miles south of Durrus, Co. Cork.

Our final night was spent in a rather nasty B&B in north Dublin. The mattresses were creaky and uncomfortable, cars went by all night on the busy street outside and as a result none of us slept a wink. To boot, we were leaving too early for breakfast and it cost an arm and a leg as B&Bs go.

Favorite foods on this trip: seafood chowder at O'Sullivan's pub in Crookhaven and fish and chips pretty much everywhere, except for that nasty fast food stop in Cork city.

Favorite moment ... standing on top of craggy rocks five miles north of Crookhaven, looking out over the sea as the wind and sun washed over me. I've never felt so amazingly empty and full all at the same time before. Incredible.

Of course there are lots of pictures, some of them absolutely amazing. Ted really has a knack for capturing moments with the camera.

But what I'll retain most I think, was that sense of getting to know my brothers again after an absence of almost five years. Of drawing close and feeling the blood ties surge strongly again.

It was a good trip and I was sorry to see it end. Oh, and if you get the chance, fly on one of the new 777-200s -- they're AMAZING. Trust me. I've never felt so comfortable in economy class before. Even Ted, who is 6'5" had reasonable leg room. And with the new digital video system, everyone gets to pick their own movie. Ahh, humane conditions on an airplane at last. It's about time.

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