MacKat in Ireland

(To be read in a booming and masculine Katherine voice…) Click here for an example We set off Saturday for the Cliffs of Moher by Bus Éireann in the wee hours of the morning (9:25 am). An hour and 45 minutes later, we stepped off the bus, Katherine feeling a bit ill from the bumpy […]

Tucked away behind Kilmurry Village we found a pasture filled with Irish cows. Not dairy cows, not American cows, not British cows, but purely Irish cows. Mark thought they might moo with an accent, so we took a closer look. Mark called out to them in an “American moo” to see if they would communicate […]