Pour Me Your Best Glass of Irish Whiskey

“Sha-Lay-lee” for your pronouncing pleasures. Top ‘O” the Mornin’! From the tip of a memory and the charms Ireland left on my heart, lucky me. My very first trip abroad from the United States, well not my very first considering Afghanistan was years prior to this, however the land of green was my first touring holiday. The stage was set with open opportunity and currently no play to act out besides waiting for my spouse at the end of the warmth that an American Summer provides. I was familiarly back in Colorado as a wisp of sorts from state to state while living out of a suitcase lacking my spouse and lacking responsibility other than walks and kibble for The Cheese lady of golden fur. So I looked at the world and I said pour me your best glass of Irish whiskey good sir and I will show you a smile of gratitude in its green lands of peat and sheep. Fortune smiled back on behalf of the world and my friend of many lifetimes raised a glass in cheers to the Irish road that lay ahead as she nodded in agreeance to a lush adventure across the pond. The savings I had been adding to were finally being asphyxiated for the noblest of causes, and my friend of many lifetimes made planning an ease as we didn’t mind where we would go with but a few sights in mind, and an escape turned into a well plotted road trip of the rolling grassy knolls. The destinations were West Ireland in Shannon, outside of Killaloe in North Tipperary, to Northern Ireland in Ballycastle where the Giant’s Causeway, & Dark Hedges were in our reach, and on back down to Tulla in County Clare to be near to the mystical Cliffs of Moher, and to experience being a Galway girl for a night. With the near future looking quite chartreuse the roots were set and a Guinness was waiting for me in a pub and I most certainly could hear the mandolin strumming with a bodhran setting the beat. -SM