Vignettes of Whitehead Beach, Northern Ireland

Self Portrait

In the land of Spanglish: Gibraltar, Great Britain

Our trip to Gibraltar was excellent. Though it's far from mainland UK, the people are more British than the Queen herself. From pubs decked out in the Union Jack to Casinos rippling of capitalist strength, Gibraltar is home-away-from-home! Except, there are monkeys and EVERYONE is bilingual.

The famous apes of Gibraltar.

The sign above demonstrates inappropriate, dangerous behaviour around the apes.

So of course, he does just that.

View on the other side of the rock.

One side is basically a small city with a great marina and cute main street that, despite being a tax free region, was dear enough and the other side are some rich townhouses and some supposedly-excellent resorts.

Ok, I know it's silly, but Ross took some cute photos of me so I had to put them up.

View of Morocco from the Rock.

The 'Low Road'

For Ross' cousin Jamie's wedding the family split up, 1/2 flying to Inverness and 1/2 taking the ferry from Belfast to Scotland, then driving through the scenic Scottish Highlands for about 7 hours. So they took the 'high road', and I took the 'low road', as the song goes....

Windshield wipers. The fluid actually was dripping all inside the car; it was gross.

In he Scottish highlands.

Glasgow.

A wheel in a shipyard.

Elsa Craig between Scotland and N. Ireland: £50 to visit.

Killaloe

Ross's Point and the Burren

A retreating Gale over the entrance to the Burren.

Ross and some graffiti.

The unique landscape of the Burren: a sheet of rock speckled with green.

Myself and the graffiti.
Looks like Benbulben, but is not.

A great portrait of Ross at Ross's Point, heheh.

The green green green hills of the Republic.

Ross's Point.

London

Me in front of the tower of London.

Young Boy listening to an Islamic preacher at Speaker's Corner in Hyde Park.

Ross and his future Mini.

How you have yard sales in London: Brick Lane on Sunday.

One of my favorite photos of the trip.

Inisheer, Aran Islands

A small pond on the island of Inis Oir (Inisheer)

A washed up commerical boat.

Strange rocks.

An unburied church.

Portal to the graveyard.

Worn by the sea.

Rossnowlagh Beach

Me!

Ross.

Me!

Ross!

Paris

I also had the privilege to travel to Paris, France last year during spring break. It was a girl's week out: me, my mom, sister, grandmother, and friend Maureen.

Yes, this is the color of the Seine

View from the Eiffel Tower.



Montmartre.



Notre Dame and a park.



The Eiffel Tower at night.



Attack of the Giant Feet and a Model Paris


Degas' Little Ballerina.



My sister in Versailles.



Just a taste of the feng sui skills of Marie Antoinette.



The Seine, not looking so gross.



The first strip malls.



Stairs to the Crypts



Marie Antoinette's Summer House

The Three Graces



The boats at the Luxembourg Gardens



The girls.



Inside Chartres



Outside Chartres.



Versailles Garden, sadly, no sprouting fountains yet.



La Sainte Chapelle



Inside Chartres again.



Ah, Paris.