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Back From Ireland


We've been back from Ireland since very late Tuesday night. Wednesday, I thought it would be a good idea to get right back to the gym and met with my trainer for a full workout. Thursday, I spent the day recovreing on the couch watching movies and catching up on TiVo (too tired to do much else because we spent most of our vacation hiking and climbing through the woods, hills and cliffs of Ireland so it wasn't a very 'relaxing' holiday). Friday morning, I met with Dan (my trainer) again and had a job booked for that night and worked until quite late. We've been spending our weekend relaxing alone together and staying out of the heat.
I have a bunch of photos to upload from our trip (one of them is above). I'm not quite the photographer I dream of being, but it doesn't ever stop me from taking roll after roll of pictures when ever we travel. I'm passionate about photography, but always end up disappointed when we get the pictures back because they're never quite as good as I expected them to be. Regardless, I enjoyed every minute of exploring Ireland and taking the photos - 11 rolls of film in 5 days.
I have to say that Ireland was probably the most beautiful place I've ever seen (I didn't think Wales could be topped). We travelled around the counties of Kerry and Cork (mostly Kerry) and stayed in a stunning Hotel in Killarney. It was a wonderful, much needed trip out of England. In the following days, I'll be giving a more detailed account of our trip along with some photos and adding new albums to my photo gallery so be sure to check back to hear all about it.

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Christie Sodon-O'Connor said…
Hey. Welcome home. Isnt it so beautiful in Ireland? I love it and cried when we had to leave. I also try to be a better photographer and am always disappointed. Oh well, practice makes perfect!
Christie
Erren said…
Hi Christie, Yes, Ireland was wonderful and I hated leaving as well. I must admit, I've been feeling a bit down since we got back. It was really nice being so at ease there. Oh well, such is life...

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