hey
Hey, I’m in Ireland.
Path unknown, sleep forgotten, ferries, busses, trains, feet.
Here we are, and tomorrow we move on.
Did you get all that? Well, basically I am totally failing at the constant updating. Pictures and video are just going to have to wait until we get home. It cannot be done here I tell you. But just for the anticipation, if there were video it might show Michael (my brother) chasing sheep on a Scottish Island, or me flailing me arms and legs around on the top of a mountain, or maybe Sarah (my sister) repeatedly hiding from the camera, omaybe it would show exlusive footage of the Loch Ness Monster (not likely since we haven’t been anywhere near there, but you never know).
You know there really is something cool about going to church in a church that is something like 1200 years old, is located on a small island of the coast of Scotland. What made this experience a little odd, was that the preacher that day was a female Canadian minister who was, shall we say, excentric (I can’t spell).
word up,
later