Some of my favorite memories are of Ireland (Irish men, specifically). I lived with a few Irish guys. Besides the constant flirting and entertainment that took place, I received a few lessons from them, included a proper talking to about St. Patrick’s Day. They were frustrated that we Americans say “St.Patty’s Day” instead of “St. Paddy’s Day.” It’s “St. Paddy’s Day” because Paddy is derived from the Irish “Pádraig.”
I was sent (forced by the law) back to America to share this very lesson with you.
According to The Provisional Government of Paddy, Not Patty, “There’s not a sinner in Ireland that would call a Patrick, “Patty.” It’s insulting. It’s really as simple as that.”
So, now that you’ve received your lesson, enjoy some photos I took in Ireland when I wasn’t drinking a pint of the black stuff and/or kissing strangers. I kissed many strangers.
A tomb called Poll na mBrón, which is Irish for "hole of sorrows." The Burren, County Clare
Kinsale, County Cork
Locke's Distillery, County Westmeath
Sheep and hills and water near Dingle, County Kerry
Rock Of Cashel, County Tipperary
Cliffs of Moher, County Clare
tales of a charm city chick 
Happy St Paddy’s day!!
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you too!
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You hit all my favorite spots in Ireland.
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that was my plan 😉
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Thanks for the education and the great pics. And thanks for planting Colin Farrell in my brain (my own go to Irish man). Always a bonus to any day. 🙂
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Love him!
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Thank you for sharing your photos…very nice.
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llooovved ireland, if i could i would move to galway in a heartbeat!
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Me too. Let’s keep that in mind. We would be fun 3rd squad roomies haha.
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