Manfull's Handfull

"How did so late, get so soon?"-Dr. Seuss It seems like it was just yesterday I was counting down the days to run rampant through the streets of  Dublin for the one day where Irish blood runs through even the most foreign of people - St. Patricks day. And now, I'm scrambling to remember all the details (maybe this is due to copious pints ?) They say that American's treat this holiday with more enthusiasm than the actual Irish; but I beg to differ. From what we experienced in this magical city, the Irish do St. Pat's pretty damn big. With an unnatural green tint to the city, the streets were flooded with people from all over the world, and pungent aromas of stale beer were unavoidable (ah, sweet, sweet tailgate). Of course the very first thing we did once stepping off that Godforsaken bus, was slurp down a shamrock shake. It almost felt like a necessary right of passage to truly begin the experience, and act like an American idiot whist doing so. After strug...

It's truly scary how fast the time flies. In the blink of an eye things pass you by, before you can really get a chance to grasp it, savor it, and live it. These past 10 days have been no exception to the ticking clock, in fact, I would argue that these past 10 days could have been faster than the time machine itself from Back to the Future. It's almost as if time abroad, much like the currency, is in double time. You always have something to look forward to, a new adventure, people to see, things to do- that it's often hard to simply just live in the moment, soak it all in, and really take the time to realize that i'm one lucky SOB, especially because i got to spend these last 10 days with my two favorite people on this planet: Mum n Pop. For a brief and fleeting moment as I was approaching my parents Bed & Breakfast, I couldn't help but question the reality of it all. After two long months without calling my mom six times a day, or racking up my dad's...