I made it back to Ireland much sooner than I expected. In the summer of '97 I made the acquaintance of a beautiful Toronto lass named Sara who was about to spend a year living in Galway. Her generous offer of travel accommodations (!) made it relatively inexpensive for me to visit Sara AND Ireland in 1997 and again in 1998.

	First up, one of my favourite Irish dolmens.
Sara, all smiles on a Salthill beach, north of Galway.
	Further north, Sara led me to these ancient chalk drawings on a lonely rock face.
The gorgeous Cliffs of Moher at sunset. This inspiring view is a must-see for anyone visiting Eire!
	Rugged and wild Connemara.
Wild and beautiful Sara in Connemara.
	Rugged and wild Connemara, more.
Molly Malone, who died of a fever when no one could save her, still wanders the streets of Dublin hawking her cockles and mussels. The man seated to the left with the odd expression on his face is giving the lady a tarot reading.
	The magickal Newgrange, where ancient Celts demonstrated an amazing knowledge of astronomy, physics, architecture and engineering centuries before the Egyptians got around to building pyramids.
The entry to Newgrange's inner chamber, where sunlight falls only at the dawn of the Winter Solstice.
	Newgrange as the sun sets.
And, lastly, Sara lurking in a tree outside an ancient churchyard on the Dingle Peninsula.