I loved going to Switzerland.

I felt like I was connected to my ancestors, even if I wasn’t really.

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One place I never thought that I would visit is Switzerland. Thankfully, I’m dating CTA. She spent a year in Switzerland and has stayed in contact with her host family since then.

The only thing I knew about Switzerland before I visited there was that they were a neutral country, they had fantastic banks, and they spoke German in the area I was visiting.

What I discovered was that the architecture was amazing. As you can see in the pictures above, the small towns in and around Switzerland are breathtaking.

I’ll definitely be going back.

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On our first day in London, CTA and I made our way to the Borough’s Market, a farmer’s market in central London. We ate a German sausage for lunch, walked around and took in the views.

One thing that we always attempt to do is to go to a market. They always show the best side of the area. They show the true spirit of the people that live there, and from the moment we stepped into the market we knew that we would love London.

And love we did.

Belfast has made it’s way into the news recently again for it’s old antics.

Rebel fighting broke out in the capital city.

When CTA and I were there we also had a run in with these same rebels.

We opened up our Belfast trip with a walk around the museum of the Irish Rebels. We saw the weapons they used, the propaganda they used, the pictures and stories of the Easter Rebellion, and most importantly saw the long list of names of people who died in the confrontations.

From there we travelled from place to place seeing beautiful buildings covered in brown paint and dirt. This was because during World War II they covered their white government buildings in paint and mud to avoid German bombings.

Finally, we came across the Titanic Museum, which is where Northern Ireland took the cake for the most dangerous place we went. Bomb threat. Thankfully, it was only a threat, but it’s sad to see that tensions are still so high.

On a cold, windy, dreary day in Ireland, CTA and I decided to head on a trip to Belfast.

We hitched a ride on a tour bus and passed through the lovely town of Drogheda. In Drogeheda is where we came face to face (literally) with St. Oliver Plunkett.

For those unaware of St. Oliver’s story he was sentenced to death in London and had his head sent back to Ireland. It is now the center piece of St. Peter’s Roman Catholic Church.

We followed up this lovely trip with another religious journey. To one of the High Crosses of Ireland matched in part with one of the last remaining Round Towers as well.

The High Crosses showed a story from the bible in easy terms that the uneducated Irish could understand. With Pictures!

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Editorial Comment

Adults should hold themselves accountable for failure. I’d like to begin again by joining Will McAvoy in apologizing to my followers for my failure.

The failure of this blog during the time I’ve been in charge of it to successfully educate and inform you on the pros and cons of travelling.

I will do my best in the future to make amends for the mistakes I’ve made over the past few months.

In the upcoming months I will be bringing more pictures, stories, and concepts about travelling.

Keep your eyes open for more updates.


The Hill of Tara and the Stone of Destiny.

If the rock roars at your touch you are the rightful High King of Ireland. Needless to say it stayed quiet.

Right outside of Ferney-Voltaire in the lovely town of Versoix, there was a Chocolate Festival while I was in Switzerland. It was a memorable trip and not just because of the massive amounts of Chocolate.

In an attempt to find the Chocolate Festival we actually ended up at the water and the pier. The pier and town were lined with posters for the festival and the stores were all closed because everyone was at the festival.

However, there was no one there to tell us where to go. After wandering through the town we eventually found another large group of tourists and followed them as they trekked up the hill.

After making out way up the hill we were greeted by steel drums, hot dog vendors, and an air conditioned tent where there were more than thirty different booths selling chocolate and giving out free samples.

On my trip to France I found myself in Ferney-Voltaire, a quaint town with the honor of once being the home of Voltaire. Besides the attraction of the Chateau de Voltaire, there is the Market every Saturday.

When I was told about this I immediately thought of a farmers market, filling up half the parking lot at a local school or library, but what I got was much more.

Taking up the entirety of the town center, the market was over flowing with people, meats, vegetables, wines, breads, and cheese.

This is just a sampling of the market that overtook Ferney-Voltaire.