Éire has had a special place in my heart ever since I spent a month living in Derry in Northern Ireland 11 years ago. Saint Patrick’s Day is just one opportunity to remember and think about the Green Island every year, regardless of where I find myself on it, usually over a pint (ok, maybe several) of Guinness (Hello, Deaglan Mac Farland!). Today, it’ll be a glass of Jameson on the rocks.
P.S. The leprechauns kept getting out of the frame or making themselves invisible when I was taking the picture but they said to tell you “Sláinte!”