Ireland, here I come

Going ahead with the idea that I need to get away (and pressing forward with holding my mother to her promise of watching the kids for two weeks for me to go somewhere), I checked out some tours of Ireland last night.

Spare me on the lecture about how much tours suck, and to experience the "true" Ireland, one must travel on their own. I'm a (relatively) young woman travelling alone to a foreign country. I will forego some limited freedom to have a safer feeling on the trip. (Not to mention that my mother much prefers this approach; remember that she needs to be content unless I want to risk losing the offer of babysitting services).

I won't be going until July 2009, but if I book really early (like by the end of this month) I will get a discount. I may commit myself to it (hey -- there's always a first time for everything -- if I'm likely to commit to anything, it would be something like this).

And the effects are already being felt. I am REALLY excited by the idea. It's a lifelong dream that I can finally achieve (and can actually afford right now). The timing seems perfect. I can't wait to go!

I wonder how complicated it would be to send for the kids once I get there?

Hmmmm.....