A few years back, Day and I went to Ireland with our friends K and J. En lieu of a nap, we went on a walking tour of Dublin with Dublin Tour Guide on the day we landed. This was our feeble attempt to fight off the jet lag, it kinda worked. Our guide, Garvan was great. Garvan was friendly, knowledgeable, and you could tell, he must have really made suckyface with the Barney Stone, because he could tell a story. At some point in the tour we stopped at a bookstore, I can’t remember why the bookstore was of such great interest that it would be on a walking tour though. Anyhow, while Garvans chatting away, a car pulls up, a pretty fancy car with two small flags on the hood. “Garvan, who’s that getting out of the car?” I interrupted. Garvan looks for a moment, and with great surprise he says, “the President.” Of course the reasonable question is the president of what? Turns out, it was the President of Ireland. So into the bookstore walks the President, his one military guard, and right behind them, yours truly. I got a picture of him, but I let Day and our friends talk me out of getting a “selfie” with the President of Ireland. I should have gone with my gut, and went for the “selfie.”

Go with your gut and explore, dream, discover, travel

Luv ya, Curly