Ireland -- it's cold, but we still went swimming

One fine day, the four of us decided to go down to the nearest beach. Hillary and Miriam were intent on swimming in the ocean water -- Jeanne and I, on the other hand, were just fine with kicking the soccer ball around. It was a warm day for Ireland, but was it really warm enough to swim?

<- Hillary and Miriam before the plunge

<- Hillary and Miriam during the plunge

<- Hillary and Miriam after the plunge

When they took the plunge, Hillary kept screaming because of it's chill. Why does she torture herself? She loves the water that much. The story ends like this: After playing soccer for a bit, I was just roasting! So I stripped off my cardigan jumped into the water! Hillary was so kind to go in again with me. And you know what? It really wasn't too cold.

My cousin, Brittney, and I used to say, when we were little, that if you touched the ocean water you had to go in all the way. We would be out at out Grandma and Grandpa's, thigh deep in the ocean - Jordan and Ryan already swimming about. Britt and I would stand there and laugh and scream and count to three about twenty-one times before we actually went all the way in. Every time I am near the water, I think about this little pact of sorts. So, when I walked into the ocean upon first coming to the beach to take pictures of Hillary and Miriam, I knew that I wouldn't leave without jumping in all the way.

<- Succes!

Below here is a lovely picture of the four of us jumping for joy. We climbed up a "mountain" on the Island and soaked in the sights. We tend to take adventures like this everyday - stay tuned for more!