Happy St. Patrick's Day

I love this holiday, it's my favorite. The green mash potatoes that my mom always the made, the green milk that I never drank, oh the memories. I started a little early this year and pretty much wore green the past week with my celtic knot necklace from Tiffany's that the Little Trucker's bought me, it seemed fitting. I also doubled up on my necklace and wore a good luck star necklace along with the wishbone necklace that I found in San Francisco last year with a gift certificate I had from my cousins, Carly & Kacey and Aunt Maudjean. I can always use luck, trust me on that one.

So on this day I seem to be thinking about friends and family and traditions. My dream is to either go to Ireland on St. Paddy's Day or Chicago depending on my budget that particular year. Ireland to this day is still my favorite country. I'll see what pictures I can dig up from my trip, not sure that they are digital or not....that was sooo long ago :) In Ireland there was green I never new existed. THey were by far the friendliest people I had ever met anywhere on my travels. I went in December as was expecting rain but as luck o'the Irish declares, I did not until the day I was heading to the airport! We rented a car and that was hilarious as we were driving on the wrong side of the road on these topsy turvy roads with the ocean waiting to eat us up. I loved every second of it.

In London, I lived with an Irish couple Mr and Mrs. O'Connor oh how I loved them. Berney was a big white haired red face fellow who was a bus driver for the city. Such a charming man. He had ties to Seattle so he loved me! His wife whom I never called by her first name for some reason but always used Mrs. O'Connor was a delight and made the best soup in the world. We would stay up late talking for hours and I remember the warmth that emitted from them. I will always have ties to Ireland, even if just in my head.

The picture is of the Cliffs o' Mohr, the prettiest natural thing I have ever witnessed. I cried right then and there.