Stint On The Streets: Why Ireland?
Note: Your ears do not deceive you. It’s just not the word you think it is… It’s “craic!” It’s an Irish term for having a good time. Good banter, good music, good drinking, etc.
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Note: Your ears do not deceive you. It’s just not the word you think it is… It’s “craic!” It’s an Irish term for having a good time. Good banter, good music, good drinking, etc.
Honestly, the American nicknames for grade levels is a bit confusing. A junior sounds like the person would be younger than a third year. Senior makes sense. What’s a sophomore?
This summer, Erin McDermott, a delightful member of the Stint crew, arrived just before the weekend of one of our weekend excursions, a surfing trip to Co. Sligo, where she tore up the waves. From pints at the Bernard Shaw to dinners at Bewley’s, we enjoyed every moment we had
“You will never be completely at home again because part of your heart will always be elsewhere.” That is the price you pay for the richness of loving and knowing people in more than one place. I had spent the last eight years of my life in some form of
I had the pleasure of spending the weekend in the picturesque sea-side village of Rathmullan on the Fanad Peninsula in Co. Donegal. Believe it or not, this is my first time exploring this beautiful part of Ireland and I wasn’t disappointed. I have lived quite close to Donegal for most of