Touched down in Dublin, Ireland

The seagulls signal that I’ve landed on an island. Accents remind me that I’m savoring a dream. My company feels like liberation. Nothing calls for attention but the ache in my shoulders from carrying a too-heavy backpack and the darkening Guinness moist with desirability.

It’s my first time here, yet there’s a peace similar to home.

My first Guinness on the Emerald Isle.

I blog about my travels now; let’s call it Everywhere Flose: I can’t promise high-quality photos or videos, but I’ll flow to all sorts of places in the spirit of love and a great time!