Autumn had been to Ireland many times. One can't visit Ireland just once; once you fall in love with the place, it is impossible not to return. Autumn was partial to the countryside, where the people were genuinely friendly, the fields rolling and green, and herds of sheep were likely to block the narrow roads for half a mile. The drivers seemed reckless to her, but that could also be because she inched along on the wrong side of the road, terrified of a head-on collision. There could be little more charming than cruising through the winding roads, past quaint little churches and fields of livestock. Whenever two drivers passed, they waved to one another cheerily, like friends, even though they had never met.
Having already done every possible tourist activity -- visiting local pubs for m
