A peek in to my travelogue

“Allo girls! ‘Ow are you? C’mon let’s do a little dance shall we?”
With that, the little leprechaun of a man tap his feet and hummed to himself throwing in the occasional pause with one foot posed up against the wall of Dunn’s Grocery Store.
It’s was St. Patrick’s day, and I was in land of leprechauns and blarney stones.
As my traveling buddy Anna and I had stepped onto the plane headed for Dublin three days earlier, it was evident that good times were before us. With excitement pulsing through my veins, I climbed the steps into the plane, each one taking me ever closer to the land of my mother’s mother. I was twenty-years-old and thoroughly caught up in the enchantment of Ireland and good-looking lads with musical voices. As I neared the entrance of the plane, I looked up and into the clearest blue eyes and heart-stopping smile.