Come to Cork. Seriously, stop reading this blog, open up your browser, and buy a plane ticket. Come on do it! What was that? You’ve got work tomorrow? Alright, I understand (sigh). No, I’m not hurt; it’s just that I was really looking forward to sitting with you in this

Every person has a mental list of certain goals they’d like to achieve before they die: visiting Machu Picchu; climbing Mount Everest; witnessing the Northern Lights. Regardless of what your goals are, there are few things more satisfying than checking one off your list. Today I had something very special

Wexford is a very small town. I say this not because you can walk from one end to the other in less than 15 minutes, or because the population is roughly 9500 people. I say Wexford is a very small town because this morning a girl in a little red

Ugggh. I know I should have started this blog earlier. I’m sitting in Dublin’s Easy Internet Cafe, breathing in the sickening yet delicious smell of the adjoining Subway sandwich shop and trying to make sense of a week’s worth of: Guinness, irate customs officials, jetlag, sub-human bar bouncers, Irish rock