Saturday, February 23, 2013

It's Official.

The travel bug has bitten me, and I've got the itch. Big time.

I'm dreaming of Ireland. Those green rolling hills and the ancient history and magic that dwells within those old stones... the pubs warm and smoky and filled with music of a rainy night... handsome Irish rogues with lilting Irish brogues...

... maybe I should stop reading so much Nora Roberts.


Time to start saving my pennies!

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