Can crossing an ocean hundreds of miles up in the sky, and living through multiple time zones affect your perception of a memory? My memory of Ireland has become dream-like: the moss, the true green hills stack on one another in the horizon. The sheep, like little clouds with black faces and tiny legs. The cows, I’ve never seen cows so big. All of the natural beauty sits like props on the set of this magical, once in a lifetime experience I had with an amazing group of students and professors. The life lessons and noticeable growth that I experienced is what I will treasure the most when returning home. I’m still processing this dream; through that maybe I’ll find even more insights into what happened over the month of July 2015, but what I do know is that nothing will ever be the same. I will forever be grateful for that.