Dublin, the Pipes the Pipes!

As we were riding the bus into the center of Dublin from the airport, we began to see pubs overflowing with blue- and red-jerseyed football fans (Gaelic football, as it turned out). The blue jerseys considerably outnumbered the reds, so I figured the blues were Dublin. The reds, as I later discovered, were from Cork—and […]

Read More…

Don’t Pull the Finger at the Great Pyramids

Last year, a few months before I visited the Holy Land with my parents, I was on the phone to my mother discussing our plans for the trip. “We’re going to Alexandria and Jerusalem, and, let’s see,” she said. “I think Gaza is on the trip.” “Gaza?” I laughed. “I don’t think Gaza will be […]

Read More…