Tag: Ireland

My first backpack and the Irish

‘I need to buy a backpack. I am going to Ireland’  I announced one morning to my parents at the end of the Journalism summer term. I was 18 years old. My dad paused his espresso cup halfway to his Greek looking moustache and brushed mom with a severe look. Sat


I spent a couple of years in Ireland and no words I am able to jot down would ever be enough to express my gratitude for this country and its people. Ever since I was a teenager I’d felt some kind of inexplicable attraction. It was something I had read

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