Justin & Karissa's (the end of our travels)

Swanage & the South

Belfast

Ennise, Doolin, & the Cliffs of Moher

Ennise:  That's where we met Danny, the organic farmer who offered us the bag of lettuce and who, in a scattered (maybe prophetic) tone, told us of the world's evils.  He's the one who doesn't look like Annie or myself.  Doolin is where we met the Hobbit.  He had a large beard, wore rolled up trousers and no shoes, and looked exceptionally content.

Dublin & County Cork

The beginning of our adventures, before Christoph and Anne, before Danny, the hobbit, the spicy bag of veg, and the Irish Poo at story night.