So, a few people questioned if I was actually in Ireland due to the lack of my own face in my pictures–of which there was one that I posted, so they must’ve missed that one. Go back and look if you missed it.
Perhaps they don’t know my policy of preferring to be behind the camera rather than in front of it. But thanks to my good friends Wendell & Diane on the trip, I do have proof I was actually there.
A stop at Kilmacduagh.
The crew outside the Lady Gregory in Gort.
Diane & I enjoying some Guinness.
The crew making a human wall to fend off the wind for a friend.
Do these dudes look like they were out until 5am the night before this ferry ride out to the Aran Islands?
Chillin’ in Doolin.
At the bar in Doolin. Slainte.
Just what in the hell is Jose drinking, anyway?
And this is what I’m going to look like in 20 years.