In many ways I am still 7 years old
Hello everyone, long time no travel!
I am about to embark on my biggest journey yet. Well, ok, maybe Katrina was bigger, but I didnt' know that going into it!
I am about the leave the mother land. I am about to leave the continent. I am about to realize a long time dream of mine!
I am GOING TO IRELAND!!!!!
I feel like an adult. I am financing my own transatlantic voyage. I am able to afford a real adult vacation. And I am brave enough to be taking it alone. I am leaving for parts unknown, and I am terrified, but also super jazzed.
The inspiration for this trip began when I was a sick little 7 year old child, at blockbuster with my mom who was staying home with me while I was ill....and I picked out a National Geographic video that had horses on the cover. It turned out to be a documentary on the Connemara Pony that is native only to a small area of the Irish West Coast. I must have re-rented that video 10 times. I was so in love with the horses, but also the imagery, and the feel of the people and the culture that existed around this animal. I had just started horse back riding at the time, and I know I turned to my Mom and said, "I wanna go to Ireland and ride those horses." And now, with a lot more time in the saddle and under my belt, I am finally making the journey. I don't think I will be riding while I am there, it is really expensive, I guess all tourists want to ride while they are there, but I am going to see the country and meet the people, and have adventures.
I am a little sad that after so many rebirths of this plan, that I am making the journey alone, but I feel solid about my ability to hack it, so to speak. I am secure in my decision making and my ability to organize and keep tabs on things that will make the journey memorable for myself. It is sometimes nice to have someone else there to see things thru different eyes, so that you can retell the experience to each other, but I am going to retell it to myself and to anyone who will listen. And listen you shall, dear friends, for this is my latest raison d'etre. Or perhaps my oldest. Who can judge.
Wish me luck on sleeping on the plane, and on waking upon landing at 7am Dublin time, well rested and ready to tackle a place I have never been, with no tour guide! I am exhilirated!
Keep reading friends, the best is yet to come!
I am about to embark on my biggest journey yet. Well, ok, maybe Katrina was bigger, but I didnt' know that going into it!
I am about the leave the mother land. I am about to leave the continent. I am about to realize a long time dream of mine!
I am GOING TO IRELAND!!!!!
I feel like an adult. I am financing my own transatlantic voyage. I am able to afford a real adult vacation. And I am brave enough to be taking it alone. I am leaving for parts unknown, and I am terrified, but also super jazzed.
The inspiration for this trip began when I was a sick little 7 year old child, at blockbuster with my mom who was staying home with me while I was ill....and I picked out a National Geographic video that had horses on the cover. It turned out to be a documentary on the Connemara Pony that is native only to a small area of the Irish West Coast. I must have re-rented that video 10 times. I was so in love with the horses, but also the imagery, and the feel of the people and the culture that existed around this animal. I had just started horse back riding at the time, and I know I turned to my Mom and said, "I wanna go to Ireland and ride those horses." And now, with a lot more time in the saddle and under my belt, I am finally making the journey. I don't think I will be riding while I am there, it is really expensive, I guess all tourists want to ride while they are there, but I am going to see the country and meet the people, and have adventures.
I am a little sad that after so many rebirths of this plan, that I am making the journey alone, but I feel solid about my ability to hack it, so to speak. I am secure in my decision making and my ability to organize and keep tabs on things that will make the journey memorable for myself. It is sometimes nice to have someone else there to see things thru different eyes, so that you can retell the experience to each other, but I am going to retell it to myself and to anyone who will listen. And listen you shall, dear friends, for this is my latest raison d'etre. Or perhaps my oldest. Who can judge.
Wish me luck on sleeping on the plane, and on waking upon landing at 7am Dublin time, well rested and ready to tackle a place I have never been, with no tour guide! I am exhilirated!
Keep reading friends, the best is yet to come!