Walk around Sligo for any amount of time and you soon learn who their favorite son was. Yes, there are monuments and statues a-plenty in the county paying homage to this sullen yet prolific writer. For this trip, I brought a book of Yeats and, honestly, I have yet to read another writer with such a dark, gloomy perspective of things. But I didn't live in his time and, if I had, I might also be penning down verses of faeries luring us to better lives. Who knows? As it was, I stood over his grave and toasted with a wee pull from my purse flask to his honor, then moved on, like his final wish to the horsemen. And I saddled up and rode off in search of fun. read more