Wexford Town

I am in Wexford, and the weather is glorious! It's always a gamble with the weather here; that's why Irish people don't camp. It's great to be here. Everyone is doing well and I've already had my first two pints of Guinness with my dad and his storytelling friend Philip in their local.

I've also walked along Wexford's Main Street a few times, scanning the crowd to see if I recognize anyone, but no one yet. Wexford is quite young; it seems to be populated by people who were just toddlers when I left.

Wexford is a very pretty town, and ancient: about 1000 years old. It is changing of course, but I don't get as nostalgic about the old Wexford as I used to. Towns have to evolve. I just wish the new Theatre Royal they're building here wasn't so hideous.

Here is my lovely home town:

And back in California, here is a nice shot of Eric and Dad in Mendocino last year:

Comments

[Gwen]

I am sooo jealous. It is so pretty! I'm sure you are having a blast.

[Ashli]

Hope you are enjoying yourself! So sorry I missed you before you left but can't wait to hear all about it when you get back.