I started this blog intending to recap our European adventures before we moved back to the States. I can’t believe we only have about 50 days remaining here! Looks like I’ll do some reminiscing from the other side of the pond.
And speaking of reminiscing…
Big D and I tagged along on a trip to Killarney, Ireland with Tricia and Lee over MLK weekend in 2011. We arrived early on a Friday morning and headed right to a pub for breakfast. And then we spent the day driving around the Dingle Peninsula:
I was especially excited to visit the Gallarus Observatory, one of my sister Kara’s favorite places:
On Sunday, we trekked to Blarney and Kinsale:
I had no idea that the Blarney Stone is located at the top of the tower. And there was another new bit of information: kissing the stone doesn’t give you luck – it grants the gift of conversation. I think everyone would agree that I do not need any help in that area. Good thing, as there was no way in hell I was going to lay down to hang my head backwards so I could kiss a dirty rock. (Did I mention I expected it to be a beautiful emerald? Guess I should have done my homework…)
The town of Kinsale is beautiful and dinner there at a delightful restaurant called Fishy Fishy Cafe was so fantastic we bought their cookbook on our way out.
Kinsale Yacht Club
We spent our final day driving through the Gap of Dunloe and hiking to a waterfall in Killarney National Park:
We spent a lot of time laughing on this trip, and I kept notes on my iPhone. These may not make sense to you, but I’m going to post them for Big D, Tricia & Lee’s benefit:
- Those are pretty small sheep. They must be for kid sized sweaters.
- It’s hard to make a living if you’ve only got a dozen sheep. You must just stand there saying “grow” to them all day.
- In order not to delete any of the heaps of sheeps, there’s a hedge at the edge of the ledge.
- What if we saw a llama wearing a yarlmuke?
- You want to sit on my lap and talk about… Wait, did he just say poptarts?
- At the last pub I had the pope staring at me. Here it’s Jesus…
- She’s 101 years old. So she’s not on Facebook? Nope, but she tweets like a MF’er…
- *scrape* *scratch* “It’s a rental!”
- Nope. That’s Scottish.
More photos from our fun weekend are over on Flickr.