St. Patrick’s Day for me used to mean green beer, Irish car bomb shots, and walking home barefoot.
This year, not so much.
But I do promise to drink a pint as I reflect on the patron saint who brought Christianity to Ireland, my own Irish heritage, and the beautiful town that was so good to me last Summer.
Here are some of the lovely sights of Dublin in June 2012:
Heh heh. That last one always gets the 13 year old in me.
Dublin, I will return to you, I promise.
Happy Saint Patrick’s Day!