It was about two months ago when I went to Galway for Sean and Paddy's birthday weekend. I had such a good time out there that weekend, but there was one conversation that is still stuck in my head after all this time. It was the Sunday morning and everyone was either hungover, still drunk, or like myself and Hal still drinking. We started talking about places we had been and he said to me he had only been on a plane once in his life but he has been to almost every major city, town and village in Ireland for nights out. He said " Most people get on a plane and go to Spain or Portugal for a holiday and they don't even know what is in the town next to there own." I knew that what he was saying was the absolute truth and it doesn't just apply to here in Ireland. Growing up my family was the same, we would go to Barbados, Canada, or England for a holiday, but we never explored anything New York state or New Jersey had to offer. We never took a drive down to Wildwood, and the Jersey shore I didn't see for the first time until I was 17 years old.
I think since I've gotten older I have changed that quite a bit though, when I lived in Boston I took the time to explore a lot of Massachusetts, and I can name more towns there than I can name in any other state as a result. When I lived in Ireland the first time around I made a point of seeing as much as I could, even places that weren't necessarily famous such as Kilkenny. This time is the same, I've added Belfast to the growing list of places I have been to here, and next I would like to take a trip up to Derry.  ¶ 2:52 PM