I've walked over one hundred miles through the rich Irish countryside this past week--from Dublin to Ballynahinch, about fifteen miles south of Belfast--and I've yet to meet any likely candidates for an ulcer. Indeed, never have I experienced so much song and laughter and good food and, yes, brew, as I have in my all-too-short hike through the green hills and valleys of this tiny island. -- Letters From Steven book, pg. 41