Here are some pictures from my trip to Ireland last fall. I met my friend Tim there (who lives in England) and well, let's just say he's a better driver than I am! Oh, and this page will be continuously tweaked as I add more information in and look at my map. :)

Extended, fired, passed on, fruit, vegetable, automobile, and pet. They're here. The good, the bad, and the ugly.

Ask my immediate family and this is what we call "the trip that didn't kill you only made you stronger." Yes, it was planned trip at the end of my senior year, and my mom, brother and I had been through some crap (dad passed in 1996). We were all strung out and very much in need of therapy (we're irish, what's new).

Anyway, my mom, bro and I flew to London and spent 7 days in a flat there. Then we took the Chunnel into France and on to Paris where we met my mom's sister, Marilee and her husband (now ex) Wally. They both taught at a community college and a colleague, Robin (girl), of theirs also met us in Paris.

Then we flew to Ireland and drove around in what I called "the moby-dick-mobile." A big, white, stick shift van.

A few days later, we met up with friends of my Aunt and Step-Unlce who were from Manchester England and we stayed in Kinsale for a few days.

Don't get me wrong, I wouldn't trade this trip for anything (well, I'd oust the ear infection that I developed in Ireland which no one believed I had b/c I had been complaining the whole trip about *something*. not fun to fly with an ear infection), it was a diamond in the rough.

Mr. Mullaly, an English teacher at my highschool went to England almost every year with his family. This year, he wanted to offer some students the chance to go with, and all benefit from the group rates :). It was myself, my younger brother, my friend Yeon from my HS, my childhood best friend Emily and her HS friend C.D. (em and i went to different HS's), Emily's younger sister Susan, Mr. and Mrs. Mullaly and about 6 other sophomores my brother's age.

Needless to say it was the most amazing trip I've been on as it was my first overseas. And no parents ! (sorry mom/dad, just less embarrassing at that age). I was just heartbroken when it was time to go home. :)

-note- I'm still trying to find all my pictures. This is difficult because I (for some unknown reason)didn't take a lot of pictures on this trip! duh. So I did the next best thing. I stole my brother's photos. Shh, don't tell him.

Pictures of my beloved home for 3 years. This house was built in 1883 and this is the apartment on the second floor at the back of the house. The owner is selling the house, so I took some pictures to remember it by.