Somewhere named Sligo

It’s the palm trees that get you. There are some things you expect to see in Ireland: rolling green hills, fields of sheep, rainbows with leprechauns at the end pouring pints of Guinness. But not palm trees. And yet, in a little pocket of the northwest known as Sligo, you’ll find them. You’ll also find…

That time TBEX made me cry

People who know me know that I’m a tad emotional (read: cries at mountains and Christmas carols). It’s a trait I inherited from my mother, along with blonde-ish hair, chronic hiccups and a severe case of the giggles (side note: thanks to Daniel Noll of Uncornered Market who taught me this past weekend at TBEX…