And this is where my (our) quest took me (us); in County Kerry, in the wild West of Ireland. Well, I’m not alone on this adventure; my man is on it as well. But I’ll keep using the first person. Just because.
As some of you already know, I live in county Wexford, Ireland. Ireland, yeah! When Ireland is mentioned, people will often have this romantic idea of sheep peacefully grazing on endless rolling green hills. A leprechaun might even come running through that mental image cheerfully screaming a loud “top of the morning to you!”. That’s nice and I guess, as an expat living here, that’s unconsciously -or not- what I’m going for.
Come on! Look at these hills! And the sheep! My boyfriend (Irish) doesn’t understand my fascination with sheep. They are everywhere here. I find them kind of exotic and fun to look at as we don’t have them in such an overwhelming number in Quebec. Yep, I still take pictures of sheep. And I have learned that sheep will never take an “s”; one sheep, two sheep (English isn’t my first language, please forgive me).
So have I found a house? Have I come to the right place? I think it’s the right place but will I find a house? I might let you know in the next episode. Or not (I’m not so good at this blogging thing), but you’ll find out eventually. Just as you do in this video. So random, I know, but I couldn’t help it.
