In 2011, I ruined a pair of Danskos in Valletta in two months and my current pairs are getting a beating here. The streets are not necessarily flat-paved, but cobblestone, stone, gravel, or just not there.
The dust lies thick and rocks and stones, from which this island is formed, dig into the leather.
I am glad I have sturdy walking shoes and am grateful for the friends who sent them to me last summer. I am hard on shoes, as I walk everywhere, at a hefty pace, and through all kinds of weather.
Ireland was a test. One pair succumbed to daily rain, mud, uneven pavements, unknown goo, etc.
Out I go in a few minutes in my beat-up, well-worn clogs. I am SO boring.............