It all starts with that damn car.
A little Renault Clio that I can probably push with my little finger. We look long and hard at each other, this Clio and I.
I know I am taking a bold move going through with my plan: I plan on driving this little thing to Blarney Castle, The Cliffs of Moher and back to Dublin where I’m still standing, staring at the Clio. I am also going to undertake this adventure solo – me, the twenty-five-year-old American girl who only learned to drive a stick a mere six months before through the winter snows of Indiana.
I walk over to the left side of the car, only to stop and curse at myself. Of course, I’m in Ireland now.
I walk to the other sideand open the door. I take a deep breath and slide into the driver seat. I take my time as I get my things settled, set the GPS for Blarney Castle, put on my seatbelt and turn on the ignition…