A break from the boxes, at least.
For the next four days Anna Grace and I connected whenever we could, the first occasion being a Saturday morning in Howth. On our first visit to Howth a couple of years prior we were able to hike around the cliffs and make our way back into the village; on this visit all we had time for was a short walk out to the lighthouse and a stroll about their market. Still, the gusty sea air filled our spirits with happiness.
Call it reverse reverse culture shock.
*Especially if it leans a certain political way.
So many Smithsonians, so little time.