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“Craic” (/kræk/ KRAK) or “crack” is a term for news, gossip, fun, entertainment, and enjoyable conversation, particularly prominent in Ireland. We are addicts and fully admit it. I don’t think we are ready for a twelve step program, and they’d probably consider us a lost cause anyway. Talking about travel, planning travel, traveling, meeting new…
Getting Our Wheels If there is one thing in the world that makes us shout-at-the-sky-while-shaking-clenched-fists-upset, it’s being ripped off. No, I didn’t have my cell phone stolen again and no one hacked our credit cards. Well, Wells Fargo did shut us down until we could “come into a branch office” due to suspicious activity on…
My Sincerest Apologies The last blog post definitely contained too few distilleries — I apologize for that — but it wasn’t due to a lack of effort on our part. Trust me… there just weren’t any. I think I might write to the Scottish board of tourism and share my concerns about that section of the…
Don’t Dally Pat has probably already mentioned this in his posts on Scotland’s North Coast 500 (Part 1 and Part 2), but it’s important that if you put it on your bucket list – and you absolutely should – definitely check it off sooner rather than later. The North Coast 500 is being heavily advertised and the…
After a great experience in Oxford (check out Pat’s post) we had our sights set on Cambridge and high expectations. I booked an Airbnb private room within walking distance of the city center for three nights. Finding Our Spot Two hours before we could check in, we arrived in Cambridge, so we found a…
Catching a Fever It was bound to happen sooner or later. When you put in as many miles as we have over the past six months, something is going to break down your defenses. For me, it happened in Cardiff, Wales. We arrived in Cardiff on a sunny (!) afternoon. After walking around town for…
Some People Have Radar, We have Pub-dar We arrived in Colwall, England a couple of hours early for our pet-sit through trustedhousesitters.com, in a cold, grey, drizzle. In fact, you may as well keep that image in mind and I will let you know when the weather was otherwise. Anyway, we were early and…
It Doesn’t Get Much Cuter than Stratford-upon-Avon Stratford-upon-Avon: Shakespeare’s birthplace, resting place, and many points in between. It’s a beautiful town. Boats up to 60 feet long, and no wider than an NBA guard is tall, ply the canal. Musicians play under gazebos in perfectly manicured parks. Tudor-style houses slouch here and there. And, of…
Tongue-twister We said goodbye to Charlie, the kitty we pet sat in Pembrokeshire, Wales. He didn’t give a crap. Actually, he was a very cool old boy and we still miss him quite a bit. Onward. Our next semi-random destination was Blaenau Ffestiniog in Snowdonia, Wales. No, of course, I have no idea how to…
Snooze Button At about 4:30 in the morning, the phone woke me up with the Facebook notification sound. Who on earth would be messaging us? The parents didn’t know how to use it. My brother and friends rarely used it — and never for emergencies. Everyone we knew in Europe was equally as dead asleep…
