More More Inishmore: Rocky Temples and Traffic Donkeys

Ireland really is a land of mystery. After all, where else can one day last two weeks (on Earth, that is)? Last week we ditched Finn McSpool sometime in the early afternoon at Inishmore's Poll na bPeist (aka "Wormhole"). Now, it's time to hop back on Killer (that would be Killer the Attack Bike for … Continue reading More More Inishmore: Rocky Temples and Traffic Donkeys

Finn McSpool Pedals Into the Bronze Age

After the hustle and bustle of Cork and narrowly escaping the swirling pit of evil in Galway, Mr Husband, Finn McSpool, and I woke up to the fresh air and bird song of Inishmore. Even better? Breakfast was ready! After slogging through a vast amount of protein, a gallon of tea, and a mountain of … Continue reading Finn McSpool Pedals Into the Bronze Age

Finn Learns the True Nature of Evil in Ireland

Don't get me wrong with that post title. The Irish aren't the evil ones. The majority are, in fact, helpful, welcoming, and able to talk circles around you. However, they aren't always good at keeping evil Englishmen off their island. This inability of┬áthe Irish Border Control to recognize evil was true in the past and … Continue reading Finn Learns the True Nature of Evil in Ireland