Guess where I am going?
The back roads in Ireland, the tiny unmarked ones that weave through the countryside lined by hedges, stone walls or fences, are called: Boreens. If you do not know your way around, it is nearly impossible to go from one point to another without becoming lost for a few hours or the rest of your life.
My friend Carrie lives on such a boreen, and if she hadn't spent most of her childhood there, she would be lost too.
Since most of the country around Cork is hilly, imagine a patchwork comforter cover fluffed up and they spread out over a bunch of boulders, walking along the boreens is good exercise, and risky, due to the random car and faithful cow dog.
Walking I will be doing as I going to go see Carrie tomorrow!
