Victory Dance: Ireland to Morocco
With the incredible weight lifted from my being that was the endeavor known as my first book, I felt a liberating drift through a bit of Europe was in order. One way ticket to Shannon, Ireland to meet my Mother for a week then a two week solo jaunt around the Iberian peninsula (and then some). No agenda and absolutely no commitments until my one way flight home from Madrid two weeks later. Everyday life in itself is a beautiful event. But being on the road, personally, amplifies it just that much more. Salud.
Friday, October 10, 2014
Lisbon
Lisbon
Copenhagen
Doolin
Bushmills
Lisbon
Tangier
Tangier
Madrid