Sunday, 2006-10-08 – Clare and Mayo
I won’t say that I was precisely dreading the flight to Ireland, but I knew it would be a long one, with connections in Chicago and Boston. I can rarely sleep more than a few hours on a long flight, so it was with great relief that I looked out the window and saw the green fields of Clare around Shannon airport. I hadn’t realized that Shannon was such a tiny airport, and by 9:00 am we were walking across the road to our rental car.

