Category: hikes
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Meet Death, and Ireland Part II
I think it’s safe to say I have fallen behind in my Euro-trip documentation. And, of course, now that I finally have some time to write, all I can think about is eating peanut butter by the spoonful and going to bed. Thus, this will be a two-part entry—not for you reading it,…
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Top O’ da Mornin’ To Ya
A Wee Bit of Ireland (Part I) Okay, mo chuisle*°, here’s a wee bit o’ Ireland! *mo chuisle = a phrase I learned from a Mr. OOOOOO’Sullivan** **emphasis added on “O” so as not to be confused with Sullivan, who would be British and not Irish (!) ° I don’t actually know what…
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The Roswell Death March
Last year on St. Patrick’s Day, I was in Montueka, New Zealand, wearing an “Irish I were drunk” shirt drinking Baileys Irish Cream alongside new Chilean friends while filming a “Happy Birthday” video for my ex-boyfriend that I would give him belatedly in the States. This year, however, I was not celebrating St. Paddy’s Day.…
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Gone Commando
My blogging silence must end for three very important reasons: The bane of my existence (i.e. my thesis) is completed, submitted, and approved, and I have been ceremoniously acknowledged as a graduating Master of Dartmouth College! Cheers, mutha f[edited]s! I need to do something more productive than watch marathons of How I Met Your Mother,…
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