Our first few posts here at The Ramble have been recounting the story of how Lisa and I came to our decision to move to Portugal, and we’ll get back…
Island Time
(April 23, 2014) Wednesday we went to the Islands. One at least: Murano. We meant to do more, to do a whole circle of them, but once again slept in…
Ah, Venice . . .
(April 21-22, 2014) Tuesday, J was feeling better, so we went out to see some museums. Although we aren’t big fans of ‘modern’ art, the Ca’Pesaro has perfect little gem…
Day Sixteen: Pressing Pause in Galway
First thing’s first: I totally lied in yesterday’s post. There is no way I can finish this week without writing absurdly long posts or skipping bits. True, there are bits…
Day Fifteen: Mad Max 4 – the Burren
Our fifteenth day is defined in three ways, listed in no particular order: our visit to a 1,000 year old abbey, our completely serendipitous stop at a sheepdog demonstration, and…
Day Fourteen: Long Day’s Journey Into Doolin
I have joked about the roads in Ireland, and I have ranted about the roads in Ireland. This was a day when I had to respect the roads in Ireland,…
Day Thirteen: Our Own Private Irishman
We had a second full day on the Dingle peninsula. I won’t lie, having done the Slea Head Drive the day before I sort of felt like we had taken…
Day Twelve, Part Two: Dingle on Our Own
We knew that there were bee hive huts along the Slea Head Drive and that we should be on the look out for them as we drove. The first sign…
Day Twelve, Part One: Dingle on Our Own
As I said yesterday, we left Kinsale in fairly short order and with a twinge of regret. Nevertheless – onward! Our destination is the very popular Dingle peninsula, home to…
Day Eleven, Part Two: Regrets, I’ve Had a Few
I am not a religious person. (Hi, mom. Now you know.) I think people who are certain that there’s “nothing else” out there are arrogant in the extreme; nevertheless, I’ve…
