My fondest memories of 2012 were when we finally got to go to Ireland and the UK. The trip started off here.
Well, yeah, technically it did. That was the Atlanta (I think) airport where Tony (I think) the piano player sang me, “Happy Birthday”. As you can see, my memory is as sharp as a tack!
Now these are photos of Dublin. When we first got to Ireland, I was semi-flummoxed by the whole “driving on the left side” thing. I knew they did, but knowing and being there on the left side of the road whilst in a moving vehicle are two different things.