I passed this old Irish man on my way to Trinity College in Ireland. he was just playing his fiddle and whistling at the same time. he gave me a twinkle of the eye and kept playing. at first we were the only ones around and then this second man came by to listen to this old mans ghost like tune.
Ahh! ............... Ahhh!.......................Aaaaaahhhhrgh!
On the top of this really high mountain we found tis abandoned dwelling that was deserted in the potato famine, left to natures overgrowth.
Close to the end of our time in Ireland I got up before breakfast to take some pictures
I passed this old Irish man on my way to Trinity College in Ireland. he was just playing his fiddle and whistling at the same time. he gave me a twinkle of the eye and kept playing. at first we were the only ones around and then this second man came by to listen to this old mans ghost like tune.
Ahh! ............... Ahhh!.......................Aaaaaahhhhrgh!
On the top of this really high mountain we found tis abandoned dwelling that was deserted in the potato famine, left to natures overgrowth.
Close to the end of our time in Ireland I got up before breakfast to take some pictures
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hey, this should really be titled, if I didn't figure out it was photos of Troy's trip like from march, I would be really confused! how 'bout new digs photos?
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