
Sitting at the Dublin gate for my flight to Toronto, I felt a struggle building deep inside. Well maybe struggle isn’t quite the right word…it was more like melancholy I suppose....
I am not the woman I was three weeks ago.
Tom suggested that day that I was born under a lucky star.
Stories about ties to Ireland were like gossamer threads connecting me to something better... something... more.
Solo Motorcycle Tour of Ireland: Doolin to Westport I left Doolin and headed back to the Cliffs of Moher. I’d missed them on the way in to Doolin the night before,...
To say I was not in the best mood when I got to my room at Doolin’s Aran View Hotel is a bit of an understatement. If you’ve been following my...
I love people. I love all people and I love talking to all people. Sometimes this annoys companions because I’m always striking up a conversation with the person next to me...
The ride to Doolin was one of the most enjoyable I’ve had yet. It was more than just Conor Pass, my (mis)adventure over the ferry ride or deciding whether or not I...
Leaving Dingle I headed up Conor Pass. It was absolutely stunning! The parking area for stepping out and taking it all in was absolutely nuts and I was sort of forced...
The Happy Canuck never misses an opportunity to chat with everyone she meets!