I stopped just short of scanning my entire scrapbook. Well, not really, but here are some of the more interesting pictures. These were from our trip to Belfast. My friend Dave and I got lose at one point in a less than ideal part of the Protestant neighborhood at night, and did have all sorts of horrible scenarios running through our heads being silly, Catholic college kids. Of course, none of them happened.
My dad came over, and we did a lot of touring around the southern and western portions of the country. This is on the Cliffs of Moher.
Some of our frequent hang-outs.
The Aran Islands. I'd say my #1 recommendation of places you must see.
The iconic image of an Irish cross.
And, of course, there's me. A naive, little 20-year-old. How cute. :)
I'd love to go back, and Notre Dame is actually playing a football game there next year, but I don't see us having the money or the vacation time. Which is very sad, but it is what it is. I can still reminisce.
Today I am grateful for all the opportunities that my parents gave me growing up. Thank you Mom and Dad!