Early one morning, I decided to take the train from Galway to Dublin in the fair isle of Ireland to visit a friend. While on the train I noticed a young American girl busy writing in a notebook. I knew she was American as she spoke with that all familiar accent to the ticket monster. She remained writing for the entire journey, pausing briefly to admire the passing countryside and taking the odd toilet break. As I disembarked the train at Heuston Station, I noticed a white badge on her rucksack which simply stated:
“If you’re unhappy, TRAVEL.”
D.
