May you be picked up at the airport by a wee man in buckle shoes, who'll doff his top hat and shout "welcome to the Emerald Isle, Lad! Have a snootful of me auld poteen!" After which, he will snap his whip over a team of white harses, and you will be transported to a magical land of shamrocks, leprechauns, and laughing colleens who will offer you delightful green bars of soap to keep you fresh, and clean! Clean as a whistle! May you be serenaded by uillean pipes and bodhrans, and tucked gently beneath a downy coverlet by a sweet old lady named Mary McKenna, as the sun goes down outside over Galway Bay. May your nights be shrouded in a soft aire, while banshees croon softly in the distance. And in the morning may you be served rashers of thick bacon and cauldrons of steamy oatmeal, and a small glass of Jamesons's to help you forget about the banshees.

HAVE A GREAT TRIP, RAPAIRE!! ;>)