Fun fact: I once tried to learn Gaelic in preparation for a trip to Ireland. Not that it would have been super useful, but more for the randomness of it I guess. Sadly but not surprisingly, I did not master the language nor did I get very far. A few phrases were my only reward from those sessions forcing my vocal chords do things they probably weren’t meant to do. It wasn’t pretty:).
Every St. Patrick’s Day besides the Gaelic-fail, I think of my trip to the Emerald Isle fondly. Dublin was invigorating, the countryside a patchwork of green, the music spirit-lifting, and the sheep were plentiful (and a little hilarious).
I hope to go back there someday, but in the meantime I enjoy celebrating all things Irish every March 17th. It also happens to be the day I’m most proud to be a ginger and pale. Hallelujah, let the pasty people rejoice! :).
With this quick walk down memory lane (including the Blarney Stone where I supposedly gained the gift of gab) I am wishing you all a pinch-free, very green, and supremely lucky St. Patrick’s Day!!