This past Saturday began like most Saturdays do. You know, the usual; getting up, doing a ittle housework and cleaning up the yard. But then a magical thing happened.

It was after midnight when the real weight of this trip hit me.

If you find yourself lost in Ireland just find yourself a Patrick, or even maybe two. 

A friendly sort, a great guide and a fabulous storyteller, all rolled into a pinstriped suit. John Mulaney is as close to a leprechaun as I'll probably ever meet.