I crafted an Epic plan to see two Epic sights on our way to an obscure final destination. Why? Why?! Because the day will come when we...

Our host Stephen gave us lots of tips about the Slea Head Loop drive at breakfast. Most folks would be visitors like us, traveling slowly...

We used Dingle as our home base to explore the Dingle peninsula. It's really pretty. I can't wait to see the rest. Tomorrow, I drive!!!...

We left the southwest corner of Ireland and turned north, continuing along the Wild Atlantic Way up the coast to Kenmare (pronounced "kin...

Lighthouses have always called to me. There is something stoic and wistful and nostalgic and tragic about these lone beacons. While...

One of the reasons for our trip to Ireland is to trace the steps of my ancestors. While I am of mostly German heritage, my Grandmother...

We left America for Ireland in early October. Because who doesn't love wet, windy, and cold!? We arrived in Cork, a smallish city in the...

Our last day of cycling is here. Non! As we wait for the dining room to open for breakfast, we take a few moments to reflect on our...

I had come into the kitchen at Gite de la Pisciculture early and found a quiet corner to write. Suzanne poked her head in, still in her...

The temperature really dropped overnight, and I was glad for the extra blanket. Woke to a young deer grazing just outside our window. ...

What a difference a day makes! The little village of Nominingue was quiet and the room at Auberge L'Ile de France was comfortable -...

There were 23 of us on the 8:00 am bus, including two families and a rowdy group of middle-aged women who didn't stop talking (or...

Long ago, in a galaxy far away (translation: pre-Pandemic), a dear friend sent us a newspaper clipping about a "rails to trails" cycle...

Ron and I leave for the train station in a few hours, where we will take a high speed train to Frankfurt. Our three fifty-pound bags...

The last ride had to happen, and what a ride it was. We took a train to Naumburg, about an hour from Erfurt. The train stopped briefly...

It is the Monday of our last week in Germany. I am trying hard not to be sad. It was not easy to make this trip happen. We encountered...

We each have unique ways of coping with the unfamiliar. The German language is somewhat familiar to me; that is to say that when I see...

Lost (def:) unable to find one's way; not knowing one's whereabouts. Reading about being lost is one thing, the experience itself is...

On the far eastern edge of Germany, almost in the Czech Republic, lies the tiny town of Herrnhut. Herrnhut came into existence in the...

Many years ago, Ron and I were travelling through Austria, and found ourselves in a tiny village with a few hours until our next train. ...