I know that the Church moved St. Patrick's day to Saturday, because this is holy week, but on Saturday I was too busy doing nothing at work to make a St. Patrick's Day post, and today I am in too much pain to do anything other than post pictures.
(Seriously, my neck? It is KILLING ME. I don't know what I did, but all of a sudden it hurts to move my head. I think I have polio.*)
So, have some pictures of Croagh Patrick, from that time I went to Ireland and haven't been able to get it out of my head since.
First, the mountain itself.
According to Wikipedia, which is always right, Croagh Patrick is 764m (or 2,510 feet) tall, and it feels a lot taller when you're doing the climbing. Especially when your teacher, who is carrying a toddler on his back, just so happens to beat you up the mountain, not that I am still bitter about this, oh my heavens no.
There are a number of reasons why the mountain is worth climbing. First of all, it's a major Irish pilgrimage site, since according to legend St. Patrick himself spent forty days fasting at the summit, after which he banished the snakes from Ireland. It's also pretty cool to say you've climbed a mountain, even a relatively small one. And then, of course, there's the view:
That's worth the climb, too. Now, somebody want to buy me plane tickets back to Ireland?
*Yeah, I know, I don't really have polio, since I still have vivid memories of screaming through that oral vaccine when I was very small, even though there were no needles involved. Then the doctor asked me if I wanted to keep the plastic syringe, like, seriously? Why would I want to keep a used plastic syringe?
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