- Do you think they are indifferent to all the ruins that surround people here? Just as we often take nature in Norway for granted? I ask, after three days on foot in the Eternal City. This year’s trip with Mom was to Rome.  Read More →

- Why have I not come here more often? The plane has barely touched the ground before I ask the question. Joe says nothing. Just sits there and looks out the window. It is the view of the mountains and a sense of belonging that makes me ask the question.  Read More →

Or: killing four hours of waiting time.  Read More →

The first one, a 200 meter high wall facing the Atlantic Sea. The second, an old castle. Both of them popular and worth a visit: Cliffs of Moher and Bunratty Castle.  Read More →

I turn my back to the main streets, look down at the rough map I sketched up and start walking. I am on a hunt for Banksy. Or shall I say, the traces of him.  Read More →

The home of Irish folk music, that’s Doolin. When we were here six years ago, this was still a sleepy little village. Today it can accommodate many more who wants to see and hear what Doolin has to offer.  Read More →

  We discuss funny words such as tesselation* while we jump around on the rocky ground. The Burren. Here they call it karst.  Read More →

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We’re at the pub – again. Enjoying delicious food and drinks to the sound of Irish folk music.  Read More →

Unpretentious, outgoing and ready for a party – its Dublin.  Read More →