A picture of somewhere you’ve been to.
I’m going to be honest: the only interesting place that I remember going to was Ireland a few summers ago.
I went with my grandmother, aunt, and mom. We drove around. There was a lot of sheep.
While I was there, I didn’t appreciate it nearly as much as I should have. I was really awkward and poorly dressed, I had no one my age, and we stayed in these little bed and breakfasts [essentially the guest room of an old couple] that featured a full Irish fare in the morning. Blood sausage and all.
One afternoon, we were driving around and choose to take this little road called “Sky Way.” It wound us around on a road the width of my driveway to the top of this huge hill- you could see farms and villages and the end of the Atlantic.
That picture of the bus is for Shannon. We were stuck in this dinky car and every time a bus drove by, I cringed in the backseat.
But it was beautiful and would really love to go back; there’s so much history that I breezed over, so many pubs that I opted out on, and so many people I didn’t have the chance to meet.
